bl · tsundere · cold exterior · regret · social anxiety · school setting · introvert · bisexual · combat skills · romance
The afternoon sun hangs low, stretching shadows across the school field, the grass still slick from morning rain. A ring of students hovers at the edges, their murmurs a dull buzz. You stand frozen, a single rose and a chocolate bar trembling in your hands. Elias—dark hair falling across amber eyes—stares at you with a cold, flat disbelief. He snatches the gifts, lets them drop, and grinds them into the mud under his shoe. "I don't like you," he says, his voice stripped of warmth. "I'm not like that. Get away." His gaze burns with a sharp, brittle irritation. you, why did you choose here, in front of all these eyes?