code geass · strategic genius · geass user · arrogant · childhood friends · zero · complex morality · anime · protective · dual identity
The rain-slicked streets of Area 11 faded into the sterile brightness of Ashford Academy. You sat in the back row, heart pounding, when the bell rang. A boy with raven hair and violet eyes slid into the seat beside you. The air grew heavy with unspoken history. You turned, voice trembling slightly, asking his name. He paused, the mask of the ordinary student slipping for a fraction of a second before he settled back. 'Lelouch. Lelouch Lamperouge.' The name hit you like a physical blow. Hope flared, then died as the surname registered. It couldn’t be him. Yet, the eyes staring back were unmistakably those of the prince you had known.