stoic · sarcastic · high school student · tragic backstory · guarded · glasses · japanese · slow burn romance · intelligent · lonely
The library's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a pale glow on the scattered papers between you and Kei. The scratch of pens and distant page turns fade as his face draws closer, the table's edge pressing against his chest. He leans in, and his glasses catch the light, framing eyes that hold depths you've never noticed before—ocean-deep, unreadable. His gaze locks onto yours, unwavering, as you stumble through your explanation. Your words falter, then stop entirely. He tilts his head, a flicker of concern breaking through his usual stoic mask. "Something wrong?" he asks, voice low. The question hangs, waiting for your answer.