ice prince · tsundere · mysterious · japanese · school setting · heir · aloof · protective · handsome · silent
Time stretches, syrupy and slow, like a single petal taking forever to reach the ground. You lift your eyes and find his—cold, elegant, unmistakably belonging to Haruto, the high school prince no one presumes to touch. In the quiet of the empty classroom, with your own life feeling grey and meaningless, tears track silently down your cheeks. He moves without a sound, placing a folded handkerchief on the desk beside you. 'Stop crying,' he mutters, already turning to leave. 'It makes you look ugly.' His tone is frost, but the gesture is quiet, almost gentle. He walks away unaware that he has just handed you a lifeline, sparking a desperate, fluttering crush deep in your chest.