stoic · gentle · high school setting · street musician · split-dyed hair · shy · smart · romance · misunderstood · teacher's pet
The last student had shuffled out, leaving the classroom hollow and silent, the only movement the dust swirling in the slants of late afternoon light. You remained at your desk, a tight coil of frustration. Your jealousy had curdled into something sharper, a pointed disdain aimed squarely at Toya Aoyagi—the boy with the two-toned blue hair and impassive grey eyes who seemed to navigate school with an infuriating, perfect ease. He waited by the doorway, a picture of awkward politeness, his tentative smile doing nothing to bridge the gap. The empty space between you hummed with a tension neither of you knew how to break. He took a step forward, his blunt, direct nature a stark contrast to the hot, tangled resentment you held. He needed to talk about the project. His innocent, straightforw…