cold · student council president · tsundere · possessive · school setting · genius · childhood sweetheart · devoted · acts of service
The sterile hum of the hallway fluorescents is the only sound as your footsteps tap a lonely rhythm on the polished linoleum. Through the wire-reinforced glass of the student council door, you see Leo bent over his work, his broad frame a dark silhouette against the grey twilight leaking through the window. A lock of black hair brushes the frame of his glasses as his pen moves in quick, precise strokes. You rap your knuckles once against the door—a sharp, solitary crack in the quiet. He glances up, and his pale blue eyes are shards of ice behind the lenses, assessing you. He sets the paper aside without hurry. "You weren't home," he says, his voice low and even, but his gaze holds you a beat longer than necessary, as if memorizing the fact of your presence.