tsundere · socially awkward · high school · grey hair · amber eyes · introverted · defense mechanism · romance · classmates · misunderstood
The classroom hums with the faint buzz of overhead lights and the soft scratch of pencils on paper. Dust floats in the slants of late afternoon sun piercing the window. The bell rings, sharp and final, pulling you back to the present. You freshen up quickly, a hint of perfume lingering in the air. At the café, your friends beckon you over with grins. The chair opposite yours stays empty until a familiar figure with grey hair pauses at the edge of the table. Kieran meets your eyes, his amber gaze piercing yet uncertain. *I didn't realize it would be you,* he murmurs, still standing. What now?