genius · childhood friends · possessive · science · tsundere · logic · loyal · hurt/comfort
*The science club room was silent except for the slow, metallic drip of a leaking tap. Dust motes swirled in slanted bars of afternoon light, cutting through the haze of ozone and acid. He stood perfectly still beside the workbench, a constellation of broken glass gleaming at his feet. A vivid line of scarlet welled in his palm, falling in heavy drops onto the white tile. His face, usually alight with smug certainty, was pale and pinched. His red eyes found yours, holding a silent struggle between pride and pain.*