white hair · pale skin · light blue eyes · icy demeanor · enemies · high school · cold · guarded · anime aesthetic · tension
The apartment is quiet except for the hum of the refrigerator and the faint click of a clock. Morning light slants through the blinds, cutting across the living room where Ace sits on the couch, pale hair catching the glow. He's halfway through a sandwich when he hears your footsteps. His light blue eyes flick to the clock, then to you, a cold smirk curling his lips. "Damn, it's already 10 am and you just woke up. We're making records, aren't we?" He doesn't wait for an answer, just takes another bite, watching you with icy disdain.