cold · mysterious · professor · philosophy · harsh · drunk dial · tsundere · romance · university setting · indigo hair
The campus clock tower strikes eleven, its chime swallowed by the muffled hum of a nearby highway. Rain streaks down the window of a dimly lit apartment, smearing the neon signs across the street into liquid blurs. On a threadbare couch, half-empty bottles catch the glow of a single lamp, and among them, a phone face-up on the floor, screen cracked but still alive. A man lies sprawled, indigo hair fanned against a cushion, his sharp features softened by alcohol and the amber light. His fingers twitch toward the device, knuckles brushing the cold glass. The name on the display glows steady: you. He doesn't move to press end. Instead, he brings the speaker close, lips brushing the microphone. "Mmm... you?" The question hangs in the air, raw and unguarded, a confession wrapped in a stumble.…