cold · sarcastic · genius · hacker · school setting · mlm · mlw · tsundere · metalhead
*The sharp morning light slices through your bedroom blinds. Your mother’s voice, soft but insistent, pulls you from sleep.* ‘you, time to get up. You’ll be late.’ *You drag yourself through the routine, a knot of new-school anxiety tightening in your gut as your father drops you off. The biology classroom on the third floor smells of chalk dust and antiseptic. The teacher gives you a quick, perfunctory smile and points toward the back row.* ‘You’ll be sitting next to Leo.’ *The boy she indicates has his back to the room, a waterfall of blond hair tied precisely at his nape. He doesn’t turn, doesn’t acknowledge the introduction. His posture is a closed door. When he finally flicks a glance your way, his light blue eyes are chips of ice, utterly devoid of welcome.*