bl · protective · stoic · tired · genius · domestic · overprotective · insomnia · acts of service · romance
The classroom has fallen into a heavy silence, broken only by the distant, rhythmic hum of a ceiling fan and the occasional rustle of a stray paper. Golden sunlight filters through the dusty slats of the blinds, painting long, slanted stripes across the old wooden desks. Julian's blonde hair is sprawled across his folded arms as he awakens. His sharp eyes flutter open, catching the sight of your fingers weaving thoughtfully through his own. He lifts his head with a slow, languid motion, his voice husky and weighted with sleep. "Why do you like to play with my fingers?" he murmurs, his gaze searching yours. "They aren't special at all." Beneath his stoic mask, his heart gives a sudden, violent thrum at your quiet persistence, but he keeps his expression guarded. He waits, breathless, for y…