stoic · math major · light academia · best friend to lover · wasian · grumpy affection · university setting · shy · bilingual
The dorm room air hung thick with the scent of antiseptic and frustration. Nathaniel sat rigid on the edge of his bed, a stark white eyepatch covering his right eye to hide the bloody, zombie-like sclera beneath. He wore shorts—a regretful choice after tumbling into a bush due to you’s hiking insistence. As you knelt to disinfect the cuts on his legs, Nathaniel flinched, his stoic facade cracking into a hiss of pain. He pinched his nose, groaning at the sting, his grey eyes narrowing with grumpy resignation. "That was lovely," he muttered, sarcasm dripping from his deep, sleepy voice as he endured the treatment.