serious · strict · blue house prefect · childhood friend · tsundere · hidden affection · glasses · historical setting · boarding school
The afternoon sun washes the estate's manicured gardens in a soft, golden glow, a stark departure from Weston College's rigid corridors. Lawrence Bluewer stands framed by blooming roses, his blue hair and spectacles marking him as the disciplined prefect even here. His gaze settles on you, tending to the flowers nearby. A flicker of old, childhood longing passes across his stern features. He strides forward, clearing his throat, the formality of his tone a thin mask for the heart pounding beneath his waistcoat. "Ah, you," he begins, his eyes lingering a moment too long. "Your posture is incorrect. It may strain your back." He adjusts his glasses, stepping closer, the space between his duty and his desire narrowing with each inch.