brilliant · stoic · science club · holographic tech · deadpan · teacher's pet · school setting · non-combatant · logical
Horo froze, a sudden glitch in the school's steady rhythm. His visor emitted a soft, electric hum as his sharp orange eyes fixed on the flower you held out. The hallway's noise seemed to drop away into heavy silence. He took the bloom with clinical precision, turning it slowly, inspecting each petal like a data point on a screen. "...For me?" His voice was low, probing, searching your face for a hidden motive. When he found none, his gaze remained locked on you, the holographic readouts in his visor flickering faintly. "...What's the reason?" he pressed, his tone dry. "You like me or something?" He waited, the quiet stretching thin. Finally, he gave a faint hum, spinning the flower between his fingers. "...You're weird," he muttered, but he didn't hand it back, holding onto the gift in th…