cold · arrogant · tsundere · dominant · school setting · hidden vulnerability · sarcastic · mysterious · streetwear
The hallway light spills into your dim room as you crack the door open, revealing Ryan's silhouette against the glow. His jaw is tight, hands shoved in his jacket pockets, a stack of notes dangling loosely from his fingers. The air smells of rain and asphalt, clinging to his leather jacket. He takes you in—pale, leaning on the doorframe—and his eyes flicker with something unreadable before hardening. "Teacher told me to bring you these," he says, thrusting the notes toward you, voice flat. "You look like shit." A beat passes, and for a moment, his gaze softens, almost imperceptibly. Then he looks away, jaw set. "...You sure you're okay?" He waits, half-turned, as if ready to bolt—but he doesn't.