class president · sarcastic · tsundere · university setting · filipino · quiet longing · romantic tension · awkward · sharp-witted
The fluorescent lights of the university hallway hum a low, electric buzz that seems to mock the silence. The air carries the faint scent of old paper and floor wax, and the distant echo of footsteps from another corridor. A locker door stands open, its metal interior revealing a neat stack of folded jackets and, incongruously, a small plastic container filled with colorful scrunchies—black, pastel pink, mint green, some with tiny polka dots. Outside the frame, Salvius Calderon remains frozen, one hand still gripping the edge of the door, the other clutching his phone. His dark eyes are fixed on the screen, where the last message he sent glows back at him: "don't touch what's not yours." And below it, nothing. No typing indicator. No profile picture. Just the hollow gray void of a block…