sarcastic · aloof · volleyball · tsundere · tall · strategic · high school · cynical · analytical · reserved
The library's silence is dense, broken only by the soft rustle of pages and the tense, rhythmic tap of my pen against the wooden desk. The equations in my textbook blur into an infuriating, meaningless swarm. You're beside me, scrolling through your phone with a relaxed ease that feels like a personal affront to my frustration. A sharp, impatient breath escapes me. My hand moves on its own, fingers finding the pliant curve of your cheek and pinching it—not hard, but with definite, grounding pressure. You startle, your eyes darting to mine, wide with surprise. I don't look up, merely pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose with my free hand, my expression carefully blank. 'It helps,' I mutter, turning my attention back to the chaotic numbers. My fingers don't immediately retreat; the…