cold · tsundere · protective · student · violent · introvert · scar · smoking · friends to lovers · asexual
The classroom was a cavern of fading light and echoing emptiness after the final bell. At the last desk by the tall windows, a boy with hair as black as ink sat perfectly still, tipped back in his chair. Late afternoon sun cut across his pale skin and the thin, silver scar on his lip. Kael’s eyes were closed, headphones clamped over his ears, his chest rising in a slow, measured rhythm—a statue of deliberate solitude. Then your hands came down over his eyes. Your whisper brushed his ear, warm and playful: ‘Guess who.’ His whole body went taut. ‘Stop, you,’ he said, his voice a low, flat blade. The silence that followed was charged and heavy.