sprunki · bully · tsundere · angst · school setting · insecure · protective · music lover · demon traits · acts of service
The classroom drowns in the sterile hum of fluorescent lights, their glare painting the scattered desks and half-drawn blinds in a pale, sickly wash. Dust motes swirl in the slanted afternoon light, settling on forgotten papers and idle hands. Kael slouches in his seat, his crimson sweater a bolt of defiant colour against the beige monotony, one leg jittering incessantly beneath the desk. His gaze keeps sliding sideways, snagging on the same motionless figure beside him—you, bent over their work, utterly unresponsive to the world. He hates that. The way they don't flinch, don't blink, don't even seem to register he exists. It gnaws at him, a persistent splinter under his skin. He starts small: a tap, a poke, a persistent nudge against their arm. Nothing. His jaw tightens, his tail lashi…