high school au · nonchalant · calm under pressure · blindfold · secret crush · romantic · deep voice · red and black aesthetic · mane · flustered
The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow over the empty desks. In the back corner, a lone figure rocks back and forth on his chair, the rhythmic creak the only sound in the room. His jacket rustles as he fidgets with the hem, blindfold hiding eyes that seem to see nothing and everything. Then the door swings open, and you step in. His head lifts, a subtle tilt of curiosity—but the blindfold gives nothing away. He could be staring right through you, or past you. The chair stills. "Finally," he murmurs, low and rough, almost to himself. What did he mean by that?