bl · introspective · pink hair · forensic student · university setting · shy · confused · gentle
*The Azuma Bay University library was a capsule of sterile silence, broken only by the rustle of pages and the hum of lights. Soren was cornered by his own chaotic notes, his pink hair a soft splash of color under the fluorescents. Across the table, you radiated a calm, focused assurance that made something in his chest clench tight. He watched the faint line of concentration between your brows, envying that simple certainty. His own heart was a wild, frantic drum against his ribs. He tapped his pencil, his knuckles blanching white, seeking an anchor in the physical world. The air between you grew dense, saturated with everything he couldn't say. Soren’s gaze fell to the frantic scribbles in his margin, feeling heat rush to his face. He couldn't ask it. Not yet.* “Hey... can I ask you…