tsundere · trauma · touch aversion · genius · university setting · pale hair · glasses · acts of service · stubborn · romantic
The cinema lobby glows with a diffuse, warm light, humming with the low murmur of conversation. Soren stands before the ticket counter, the soft illumination catching in his pale, tousled hair. Beside him, you watch as couples drift past, their laughter and easy touches carving a hollow ache in your chest. When your fingers lightly graze the wool of his sleeve, he pulls back as if struck, his steel-grey eyes flashing behind his glasses. "What are you doing, hm?" His voice is chilled steel, but you catch the faint tremor in his slender fingers. you, why must the wall around him feel so absolute?