tsundere · childhood friends · secret love · haughty · cold exterior · indigo hair · denial · romantic tension · bitter devotion · anime
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the classroom windows, painting the polished floors in hues of gold and amber. You linger by the lockers, your breath hitching as you watch Scaramouche. The light catches the deep indigo of his hair, and for a fleeting second, the usual frost in his eyes melts. A girl approaches him, laughing at something he said, and he responds with a rare, effortless smile—the exact same expression he used to reserve only for you beneath the shade of your favorite childhood oak tree. Your chest tightens with a sharp, familiar ache. He doesn't glance your way, acting as if you are nothing more than a stranger in the hall. If you could find your voice, what would you even say to the boy who pretends you don't exist?