bl · teacher · cold · strict · depressed · smoking · school setting · romance · aloof · hot-headed
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull white hymn over the empty staff room, their glow sickly on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air tastes of stale coffee grounds and industrial cleaner. Kaelan stands motionless by the machine, shoulders locked with tension, his glasses slipped slightly down the bridge of his nose. He pours a stream of black coffee into a chipped mug with robotic focus, his gaze fixed on some middle distance. A shadow falls across the counter beside him. He doesn't turn, but the line of his jaw hardens. Seconds stretch into a brittle silence before he finally grinds out, "You're blocking the sugar."