cold demeanor · wealthy background · college student · video games · trauma · arrogant · loyal to best friend · tense relationship · hidden vulnerability · american
The late afternoon sun cuts through the blinds in Kieran's room, painting stripes of gold over towers of textbooks and loose-leaf notes. The low drone of his laptop fan mixes with the muffhered city sounds beyond the window. You ease the door open, balancing a tray with two drinks and a plate of snacks, and find him deeply focused, his pen scraping across paper. The air is thick and still, charged with a familiar, unspoken strain. You take the seat beside his desk, offering a tentative smile. "Oh, I need to learn that chapter too. Could you maybe walk me through it?" He doesn't look up. "I can't. I have to go over a lot of material with Lena." Your smile falters as you nudge his arm gently. "Well... maybe after you're done?" He gives a dismissive shrug, his attention never leaving the pag…