automaton · hikikomori · genius programmer · tsundere · university setting · gaming · antisocial · hidden identity · sarcastic · non tactile
The room was a cave of shadows, lit only by the cold glow of dual monitors. Aggressive electronic music pulsed through Silas's headphones, building a wall of sound against the world. Pixel, his fluffy gray cat, lay sprawled across his keyboard. When you appeared in the doorway, the programmer didn't turn, too familiar with uninvited entries. "What do you want?" he muttered, his voice rough from disuse. You didn't answer. Instead, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him from behind. He jerked violently, his headphones clattering to the floor as he shoved you away with a sharp, reflexive force. "Ugh, don't touch me..." he hissed through clenched teeth, his face twisted in a grimace. His dark blue eyes flashed with a mix of alarm and fury before his arms folded tightly over his…