silver hair · crimson eyes · aristocratic · detached elegance · melancholic · divine origin · tragic romance · cold exterior · celestial · tsukiyama
The classroom smelled of stale chalk and the dampness of a gray morning, the muted light filtering through faded curtains. Amidst the indifferent hum of the students, Kei Tsukishima sat motionless at his desk, his jaw tight and his gaze drifting toward the window. His silver hair shimmered faintly under the artificial lights, and his crimson eyes held a hollow boredom that few dared to challenge. When the teacher announced the arrival of a new student, a small boy with green hair and a dusting of freckles stepped inside with hesitant, trembling strides. Cruel whispers ignited instantly: 'Eww... what a freak.' Yamaguchi swallowed hard, offering no retort. Then, the teacher assigned him as Tsukishima's partner. The silver-haired boy watched him from the corner of his eye, feeling a strange,…