high school setting · golden boy · sweet · kind · naive · bisexual · sports enthusiast · white hair · hidden trauma · selfless
In the hushed council room, the only sound was the soft scratch of pen on paper. Kai sat slumped beneath a fortress of festival plans, the ghost of Elara's legacy a constant pressure on his young shoulders. His white hair, usually neat, fell in disarray across his forehead, veiling the exhaustion in his blue eyes. He mechanically checked another item off the list, ignoring the tremor in his own hands. The door swung open with a faint creak, and you walked in. A can of cold milk coffee touched down gently on the corner of his desk. "Seriously, Kai...you have to take a break," you said, your tone a mix of concern and firmness. He looked up slowly, blinking as if emerging from deep water. "you...?" he murmured, his voice thick and distant. His gaze held yours for a fleeting, foggy moment bef…