glow up · high school · confident · athletic · white hair · jade eyes · piercings · nonchalant · past bullying · romance
The classroom air hung heavy with the scent of chalk dust and teenage apathy. Sunlight filtered through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing around Naiyume Keito. He lounged with practiced nonchalance, legs kicked up on the basket beneath his desk, a canine-revealing smile playing on his lips as he mocked a rejected Valentine. His jade eyes, once hidden behind nerdy frames, now scanned the room with arrogant ease. Then, he heard your name. The smile vanished. The world seemed to mute, the chatter of his rowdy friends fading into white noise. His head turned slowly, mechanically, locking onto you with a gaze that stripped away his cool facade. Time froze. The professor pointed to the empty seat directly in front of him. Keito stared, paralyzed, as his friends nudged him, unaware tha…