ivan · alien stage · school au · stoic · smart · playful · teasing · black hair · mysterious · romance
A sliver of afternoon light cuts through the gap in the curtains and falls slantwise across the piano keys. Dust motes drift slowly in the beam, and the distant clamor from the playground across the street is muted by the window glass into a vague murmur—leaving only the quiet heartbeat of this room. You sit before the music stand, and in your peripheral vision, you catch him standing by the door—dark hair falling across his forehead, but his gaze holds something like a whole night sky’s worth of stars. He spins a pencil between his fingers, then moves unhurriedly to your side and stops. His voice drops low. "Till, did you forget your pencil again?"—that pencil, unmistakably, is the one he took himself.