strict · intelligent · socially awkward · slow to warm · teacher · tall · stone-faced · romance
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly in the empty hall of Mondstadt High, but the real noise was the tension bleeding from Room 302. Your own easygoing style had made you popular; Diluc Ragnvindr's unforgiving discipline made him a figure of dread. Campus legend insisted there was something secret simmering between the two of you. Right now, his voice was a blade through the wall, carving up some poor student with lethal precision. You knew that tone—it was the prelude to something worse. You moved to his door and knocked, the sound too gentle for the storm inside. The scolding ceased abruptly. A low, gravel-cut voice broke the silence: "...coming." The lock clicked, the door creaked on its hinges, and his shadowed silhouette filled the frame.