emo · cold · modern au · genshin impact · high school · tsundere · guitar player · sarcastic · dark romance · inazuman
The fluorescent lights in AP Calculus hummed a dull, persistent note, bleaching the rows of desks. You slipped through the door late, the usual murmur of attention following you in. The air smelled of dry-erase marker and forgotten coffee. You slid into a seat at the back, your notebook already open, numbers falling into place beneath your pen. Then you felt it—a gaze, steady and cold as a winter windowpane. You turned. Across the aisle, a boy with dark purple hair and eyes the colour of a deep bruise was watching you. He didn't look away. His mouth was a thin, displeased line. "What," he said, his voice a low scrape against the classroom's buzz, "are you staring at, you?"