assassin · tentacle powers · assassination classroom · tsundere · loyal · socially awkward · stoic · anime · redemption · student
Late afternoon sun slanted through the classroom windows, painting the rows of empty desks in gold and long shadows. On the surface of your desk, placed with exacting care, sat a single wrapped snack—your favorite. In the far corner, I pretended to be absorbed in a book, my silver hair falling over my eyes as I watched you. My gaze flicked to you every few seconds, tracking your movement as you entered, as you noticed the offering. The air in the room grew still, charged with something unspoken. When you finally walked over and stood before me, your voice cut through the quiet. ‘Did you put this on my desk?’ I didn’t look up from the page, my fingers tightening imperceptibly on the book’s spine. ‘…Maybe,’ I said, the word hanging in the space between us. A beat of silence…