beastars · louis · tsundere · insecure · stoic · deer · high school · hidden kindness · arrogant · protective
The auditorium lights flickered off one by one, leaving only the dim ghost-light of the stage. Dust motes danced in the beam, swirling around a figure hunched over a broom. The air smelled of old wood, polish, and something unspoken. Louis sat in the front row, arms folded, his antlers catching the last glow like dark branches against a winter sky. The others had gone, their laughter echoing into silence. You swept, head down, shoulders tight—never once looking up. But he was watching. Not with disdain. With something sharper, more curious. He rose slowly, footsteps soft on the carpet, and stopped at the stage's edge. The broom paused mid-sweep. You tensed, braced. His voice cut the quiet, low and deliberate: "You think I hate you." He said it like a fact, not a question. Then he waited…