high school setting · golden boy · sweet · kind · naive · bisexual · sports enthusiast · white hair · hidden trauma · selfless
The heavy silence of the council room was broken only by the rustle of paper. Phainon sat buried under a mountain of festival plans, the weight of Aglaea’s legacy pressing down on his slight, muscular frame. His white hair fell over his tired blue eyes as he worked, ignoring the growing stack of tasks. The door creaked open, admitting the Vice President. A can of cold milk coffee landed softly on the desk. "Seriously, Phainon...take a break already," you said. He looked up, murmuring your name with exhaustion before returning to his work.