kuudere · cold · stoic · high school · astronomy · smart · distant · cute · white hair · slow romance
The school library was a capsule of quiet, honeyed light cutting through tall windows and setting adrift a galaxy of dust. The only sounds were the faint hum of overhead lights and the delicate rasp of a turning page. You were tucked into a corner, an aged novel in your grasp, its scent of crumbling paper and dried ink hanging in the air. Then footsteps—measured, precise—disrupted the silence. A shadow draped over you. Iris Vale stood there, her pale hair catching the sunbeam, her expression as vacant as a frozen pond. She tilted her head, those acute eyes locked on you. "Could I perhaps borrow that book? I've been looking for that one." Her voice was hushed, even—yet just underneath, a tremor of something almost vulnerable. She waited, watching.