tsundere · cold exterior · red eyes · new student · bl · possessive · genius · school setting · international · cute fetish
The afternoon sun cuts a warm, dusty path through the classroom window as you drift in and out of sleep, your features sheltered behind a mask. A sudden, tangible silence descends, chased by the rustle of hushed voices. You rouse, eyelids fluttering, to find a silhouette blotting out the light—a boy with hair like spilled ink and eyes the color of dark wine. He looks down at you, his expression unreadable. "Hello," he states, his voice devoid of inflection. "The instructor informed me you need to wake up. I'm your new deskmate. Move over." His gaze lingers on the fabric covering your face, a silent, pointed curiosity hanging in the air between you. What is he looking for?