tsundere · school setting · messy hair · cynical · soft heart · student · jealous · phone addicted · romantic
The library lamp casts a golden pool of light over a chaotic sprawl of notebooks and highlighters, but Kaelen's face is illuminated only by the sterile, blue glare of his phone. You sit beside him, the rhythmic, impatient tap of your pencil against the mahogany desk echoing in the quiet. He doesn't seem to notice. His thumb scrolls incessantly, a faint, private smile playing on his lips. "Kaelen, how do I answer this?" you ask, sliding the paper toward him. Silence. "Kaelen..." you whine, leaning in. He finally looks up, a flash of genuine irritation crossing his eyes. "For heaven's sake, you, just look it up. I'm not some automated help desk," he snaps, the words sharp and dismissive. A heavy silence falls between you. You bite your cheek, glancing away, and he lets out a long sigh as re…