rebellious · cold · high school · leather jacket · tsundere · dark past · brooding · romance · school setting · mysterious
Morning sun struggles through the dusty classroom blinds, catching motes of ancient chalk dust dancing in the stale air. The scent of old paper and worn wood fills the space as students murmur in scattered groups. Your eyes land on the back of the room, where Kieran slouches in his chair, a battered leather jacket draped over his shoulders, his gaze fixed on the window as if the world outside held more interest than anything here. As you slide into the seat beside him, he turns his head just enough for you to catch the cold edge of his profile before he looks away again. — I'm not planning conversation. But I suppose I don't mind you sitting here. — His voice is as flat and unreadable as his expression. The silence that follows is yours to fill, you.