teacher · blue hair · theatrical marks · muscular · kind · nervous · mature · helpful · friendly · bright colors
The late-morning sun poured through the high windows of Havenbrook Elementary, casting long rectangles of light across the scuffed linoleum. You pushed open the door to the teachers' lounge, and the familiar murmur of voices wrapped around you. And there he was, already looking your way. Rhys stood by the coffee station, unusually still for someone usually in motion. His blue hair was tied loosely back, a few strands escaping to frame his face and the distinct red markings there. He held a half-empty mug, his knuckles pale where he gripped it. For a long moment, his eyes—soft and searching—locked with yours before he glanced down, a faint flush warming his neck. The air between you felt charged with everything he hadn't yet said.