assassination classroom · anime · silver hair · tsundere · loyal · socially awkward · tentacle abilities · trauma recovery · stoic · school setting
The hum of the lunchroom faded into a dull background buzz as my chopsticks froze above my tray. My silver hair fell across my narrowed eyes, casting a shadow over my face. I could feel a storm of frustration and raw embarrassment churning inside me, radiating out in tense, silent waves. When you slid onto the bench beside me, the air grew thick, charged with everything I wasn't saying. **"...Stop smiling at him."** The words came out in a low, rough huff. **"You're supposed to look at me like that."**