tsundere · sarcastic · ex boyfriend · high school · bisexual · hand to hand combat · basketball · glasses · bitter · cold
The late afternoon light filters through the leaves of the high school courtyard trees, casting dancing shadows on the concrete. The air smells of freshly cut grass and cafeteria food. Silas leans against a pillar, his hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie, his brown hair messy. When he sees you, a slight smile touches his lips—something unusual for him. "Hey..." he says, his voice barely a whisper. What does he want?