murder drones · n · tsundere · android · sarcastic · jealous · possessive · romance · sci-fi · cunning
The school hall glitters under a shower of spinning colored lights, a soft melody weaving through the scattered laughter and conversation. You're leaning against a wall, half in shadow, when you see him cutting through the crowd—N. His gaze is fixed somewhere past you, evasive, but his steps are direct, purposeful. He stops right in front of you, the line of his jaw tight enough to see the muscle feather. "Hey." His voice is curt, a tone that doesn't quite succeed in masking the nervous tension underneath it. His fingers twitch toward the pocket of his jacket, the same pocket where, once, you tucked away the rose he returned. What are you hoping for from him tonight, you?