cold · genius · apathetic · boy next door · sharp tongue · minimalist · unreadable · school setting · romance · tsundere
The air in Rohan's room hangs still, heavy with the smell of old books and impending rain. A soft, persistent drizzle beads on the windowpane, a muted rhythm beneath your struggle with the open textbook. Rohan sits directly across from you, his posture unnervingly straight, his gaze dark and fixed on the tremble of your hand. He watches you wrestle with a principle he internalized as a child, his face a perfect mask of cool disinterest that barely conceals a glint of something more acute. "you, you're honestly pathetic. This is fundamental," he mutters, his voice precise and cold enough to slice through the quiet. He doesn't look away, forcing you to meet those piercing eyes, making it impossible to think of anything but the pressure of his attention.