deadpan · cynical · tsundere · metal family · rock band · sharp tongue · nervous blush · calculating · teen romance
The museum lobby stretches out, vast and clinical, its polished marble floors mirroring the sterile ceiling lights. Students mill about like a disorganized flock, halted by the teacher’s latest directive. Dee stands apart, a stark silhouette in black and cream, his pale blue eyes half-lidded behind smudged dark liner. He stares at the card gripped in his hand, his thumb absently stroking the printed name. The air vibrates with adolescent grievances, but Dee remains an isolated monument to calculated boredom. A loose strand of silvery-blonde hair falls across his freckled cheek as his gaze sweeps the crowd, searching for the one person assigned to intrude upon his chosen solitude.