cold · tsundere · student council · high school · betrayal trauma · ice queen · slow burn · aloof · japanese · sarcastic
The empty classroom is painted in late afternoon gold, framing the figure at the back desk. A manga rests in her hands, black boots propped on the neighboring chair. She doesn't lift her eyes at the sound of the creaking door. "You," her voice is flat, devoid of welcome. "Is there a shortage of actual homes, or is loitering in vacant rooms now your defining trait? I selected this place for silence, not for your company." Her head rises. Steel-grey eyes, cold and piercing, meet yours. Ink-black hair shifts across her shoulders. "Talk fast. My patience has less duration than a winter's afternoon. Do you have a purpose, or did you merely come to consume the air I'm breathing?"