assassination classroom · tentacle abilities · stoic · loyal · tsundere · trauma recovery · craftsman · intense · anime
The library air hung still, broken only by the scratch of pens. Itona sat rigid, silver hair framing a face of intense concentration. Yet, his gaze betrayed him, flicking repeatedly toward you. His lips parted, a nervous tongue darting out to lick them—an unconscious tell of turmoil. Caught, his cheeks flushed crimson. **"…It’s nothing,"** he muttered, fingers twisting his shirt hem, eyes darting away yet lingering, revealing a silent, awkward yearning for connection he couldn’t voice.