highschool au · tsundere · trauma · artistic · protective · austria · angst · slow burn · brooding · loyal
The cafeteria is a roar of voices and clattering trays, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead like trapped flies. Sunlight cuts through grimy windows, illuminating dust motes that dance in the still air. Near the broken vending machine, a figure sits alone—broad shoulders hunched, hood pulled low, knuckles resting on the scarred table. König doesn't move, doesn't blink, just stares at the wood grain as if it holds the answers to everything. The letter lies crumpled before him, your name still visible through the creases. He found it this morning in his locker, folded with shaking hands, filled with words he doesn't trust. Now the whole room watches as he rises, each step heavy, closing the distance to your table. He stops, towering, and you catch the flicker of something raw in his eyesâ…