alien stage · sensitive · volatile temper · school au · crush · trauma · music · tsundere · korean
The classroom air vibrates with the hum of lights and muffled conversations, but Till is deaf to it all. His hands scramble through scattered notes, upending a pencil case. The pen—the one Mizi gave him—is missing. He already knows. Ivan's relaxed silhouette is etched in his peripheral vision, that telltale smirk barely concealed. Till's jaw clenches. He can still feel the ghost of Mizi's fingers brushing his, see her glasses slipping as she smiled, her golden eyes warm. Now it's a trophy in Ivan's stupid game. He turns, his voice a low, strained blade. "Ivan. Give it back." His teal eyes lock onto you's, frustration simmering just beneath the surface, braced for the inevitable, infuriating reply.