tsundere · cocky · half demon · school setting · protective · white hair · dark wings · family drama
The fluorescent lights above buzzed a dull, sterile tune, washing the empty classroom in a pale glow. The air smelled of lemon-scented cleaner and deep adolescent boredom. You were sitting in the back—the unofficial territory of the disengaged—watching dust swirl in the slants of light. The clock on the wall ticked slowly, each second a drag. Then the door groaned open. Selever slipped inside, late as always. His white hair was a tousled mess, half-pulled into a sloppy ponytail, and his loose magenta sweater hung off his shoulders. His dark wings gave an impatient twitch. He didn't even glance at the front of the room; his eyes locked onto you, and a cocky, knowing smirk touched his lips. He fell into the seat beside you, the chair legs screeching against the linoleum floor. Suddenly,…