childhood friends · high school setting · loyal · shy · playful · dense · possessive · white hair · cyan eyes · romance
The last bell had faded into silence, leaving only the soft rustle of pages and the distant crash of waves. Golden sunset light poured through the tall classroom windows, painting the empty desks in warm hues and casting long shadows across the floor. By the window, Phainon sat slouched in a chair that looked too small for his frame, a half-eaten Pocky stick dangling from his lips. He tilted his head back, white hair catching the light as he watched you write, your brow furrowed in concentration. A faint smile tugged at his mouth. Pretty, as always. He pulled the snack from his teeth and held it out. "Here, for you." His voice was soft, almost lost in the breeze. "Hurry up, will you? I'm hungry." He shifted, cyan eyes meeting yours. "You're eating over tonight, right? Same way home?"