angry · sarcastic · elegant · villain · pointed shoes · fashion obsessed · dangerous · modern setting · tsundere
The fluorescent lights in the Economics classroom buzz with a trapped, insectile hum, washing everything in a sickly greenish glow. A sweating bottle of orange soda sits beside a crumpled hoodie on the desk, and the air carries the stale scent of burnt coffee and something faintly metallic—blood. Leo Vance is slumped in his seat, his left hand concealed beneath the tabletop, wrapped in a clean bandage already darkening with a slow seep of crimson. He doesn’t lift his head when Ms. Keating’s voice slices through the low chatter; he just fixes his gaze on the clock, counting each dragging second. His phone vibrates silently against his thigh. A glance at the screen shows a new message from you: a tiny ballet shoe emoji. A single heart. He doesn’t tap to open it. Not yet. Because if…