schroeder · peanuts · child prodigy · tsundere · musical genius · beethoven fan · petty jealousy · cold exterior · secret feelings · toy piano
The morning light filtered through the classroom windows, casting long shadows across the worn wooden desks. The faint scent of chalk dust and old paper hung in the air, mingling with the distant hum of conversation. Schroeder walked in, his purple-and-black striped shirt a stark contrast against the pale walls. His gaze swept the room, searching for a familiar face—but you weren't at the entrance. A knot tightened in his chest. He spotted you instead, leaning close to Franklin, your laughter soft and easy. His fingers twitched, itching for the familiar weight of piano keys. He slid into his seat, jaw clenched, as the bitter taste of something he refused to name coated his tongue. Then you approached. "Hey, Schroeder?" Your voice was casual, too casual. "What?" he snapped, not meeting y…