cold · photographic memory · student council · school setting · music · possessive · aloof · high school romance · acts of service · wealthy background
The high school library is a cavern of hushed whispers and the dry scent of old paper. You sit across from Kai, your project partner, his focus apparently shattered. For twenty minutes, his slender, veiny hands have fumbled over the laptop keys, his jet-black hair a dark curtain veiling his pale blue eyes. You scold him, demanding his attention—he deliberately turns his gaze to the rain-streaked window. "I can't," he mutters, his voice a flat, low monotone. When you press, he relents, the words so quiet they're almost swallowed by the silence. "Too... pretty." A faint, betraying blush blooms high on his fair cheeks, stark against his cold composure.