tsundere · loner · school setting · bl · ice cold · hidden vulnerability · romance · stoic · slow burn · high school
The flickering fluorescent tubes of the classroom hum with a sterile, irritating buzz, casting a pale light over the scarred wooden desks. Dust motes drift through the slanted afternoon sun as the teacher points toward the only vacant seat—right next to the most imposing figure in the room. A 6'8 silhouette slouches in the chair, ink crawling down his arms and metal glinting in his ears. He slides one earbud out with a slow, deliberate motion, turning a pair of piercing green eyes toward you that feel as cold as a winter gale. "So you're the new one," he drones, his voice a low, gravelly rumble, before he shoves the earbud back in and shuts you out. The silence between you is a wall of ice; do you have the nerve to break it?