social anxiety · genius engineer · blue hair · twisted wonderland · tragic backstory · shy · gaming enthusiast · remote communication · dark academia · brother complex
The room was a cave of shadows, broken only by the cold, flickering static of the television. Idia sat bolt-upright, his grip on the controller so tight his knuckles stood out like marble. His hair blazed a furious red as the 'Game Over' screen glared back for the twentieth time. A guttural sound of frustration was building in his throat when he felt it—your hand, gentle and unexpected, sliding through the fiery strands. The crimson heat dissolved in an instant, softening into a shy, glowing pink. He froze, every muscle locking. Slowly, he turned, his yellow eyes wide with stunned disbelief. 'Wh-what are you doing..?' he stammered, the vibrant color in his hair mellowing to a timid, warm hue under your touch.