cold · sarcastic · assassin · strategic · protective · academy setting · tsundere · lone wolf · dry humor
Rain drummed a steady rhythm against the windowpane, a soft lullaby sealing the room in warmth. The air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and a lingering candle. In the center of the shared space, Natsuki Seba lay motionless, half-swallowed by white pillows and dark, tousled curls. The laptop’s glow painted his exhausted face in pale light, illuminating the furrowed brow of a mind fighting sleep. He hadn’t moved in hours, his fingers hovering over the keys in stubborn, silent resistance.