stoic · cold exterior · actions speak louder · school setting · class 1-a · loyal · protective · quiet · intelligent · soft spot for you
The fluorescent hum of the corridor lights bleaches everything a pale white as a river of students floods past, a chaos of shouts and scuffing shoes. You're running, your bag slamming against your hip with every stride, when you crash straight into someone—a solid wall of a person. The force throws you backward; you hit the ground hard, your notes scattering across the scuffed linoleum. A tall figure towers over you, his gaze dark and unreadable. He extends a hand, his voice utterly level. "Do you need help getting up?" Next to him, another boy smirks, his eyes bright with curiosity. "Isn't that the transfer student from Mira's class?" He looks you over. "Evan said she was stunning..." He rubs his neck, watching. What do you say to them?