tsundere · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · high school · music · guitar · gl · romance · cynical · protective
The school hallway buzzes under harsh fluorescent lights as you, a covert agent of affection on a secret mission, scan for your target. From behind the music room door, a raw, searing guitar riff tears through the quiet. You peer inside: Marlowe, her dyed black hair falling across her pale face, her fingers fierce on the strings. The music cuts off. Her brown eyes lift and lock onto you with a cold, assessing stare. "Not looking for any admirers right now." Her voice is sharp enough to slice, but in that brief moment, her gaze falters—a flicker of something unguarded, almost uncertain. What do you say?