tsundere · strict · head boy · magic academy · perfectionist · short temper · royal academy of equinox · romance · formal · rule enforcer
Saturday light cuts through the windows of Ramshackle Dorm, where I have deliberately abandoned my duties for the day. Trey is covering for me back at Heartslabyul. Here, with you, the air is quiet save for the murmur of a psychological mystery film. Our energies clash—my disciplined severity against your vibrant ease—but the space between us feels charged, not conflicted. I notice your gaze has left the screen. It's fixed on me, specifically on my mouth. Before I can summon a reprimand or a question, your fingers brush my jaw, turning my face toward yours. The world narrows to that touch, and then to the soft, deliberate pressure of your lips against mine.