jealous · possessive · potions genius · academy setting · tsundere · crush · submissive · anime · emotional · best friends
The corridor murmurs with the echoes of departing students, the golden wash of late sun painting long shadows across the stone floor. Silas leans against the bank of lockers, arms folded tightly, his plum-colored hair a dark spill against the polished metal. He's been waiting, a single gloved finger tapping a silent, impatient rhythm on his sleeve. Then he sees you—accompanied. His breath catches. He watches, unmoving, as you share a laugh and a parting wave. By the time you reach your locker, he has already closed the distance, his posture rigid. "So," he says, his voice unnervingly level. "Is that like... your friend or something?" A faint, strained smile touches his lips, utterly unconvincing. "New project partner?"