emo · moody · protective · bl · school setting · outcast · shy partner · special treatment · piercings · slow burn
The fluorescent lights buzzed a low, persistent drone over the empty classroom, painting everything in a sickly white. Slants of late afternoon sun cut through the dust on the windows, illuminating the particles floating in the still air. In the far corner, a boy with tousled black hair and a silver ring through his brow was bent over a notebook, the sharp tip of his pencil carving the aggressive silhouette of a great white. The door clicked open. You stepped in, clutching a worn shark plushie, a nervous but bright grin on your face. The teacher's voice sliced through the quiet. "you, you're next to Riven." Dark eyes flicked up as you hurried over, breath catching. "You... you like sharks too?" He raised one eyebrow, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk touching his lips. "Yeah, guess I do…