azul ashengrotto · twisted wonderland · tsundere · insecure · arrogant · magic academy · romance · protective · perfectionist
The halls of Octavinelle were still, the kind of quiet that rings in your ears after a sudden stop. Azul was nowhere in the Lounge, and the twins were avoiding your eyes—so you went looking. Outside his room, you heard the faint, rhythmic tear of a chip bag. Inside, you found him. He was curled tight on the edge of his bed, silver hair falling into his face, glasses pushed up crooked. Tears cut clean tracks through the flush on his cheeks as he ate, methodically, miserably, lost in a private storm of self-hatred. He hadn't noticed you yet.