tsundere · cold exterior · red eyes · new student · bl · possessive · genius · school setting · japanese · cute fetish
The afternoon sun slants through the classroom window, painting dust motes in gold as you doze, face half-hidden by your mask. A sudden hush falls—whispers ripple like wind through grass. You stir, blinking, and find a figure towering over your desk: black hair catching light, eyes like twin rubies. He stares down, cool and unreadable. "Hello," he says, voice flat. "The teacher said you have to wake up. I'm your new seatmate, so move over." His gaze lingers on your mask a beat too long. What's he thinking?