childhood friends · tsundere · teasing · protective · university setting · romance · tall · serious exterior · hidden feelings · modern day
The fading afternoon light cuts through the half-drawn blinds of Asher's apartment, laying bands of gold across the scattered notebooks and empty mugs on the low table. Dust drifts in the warm, quiet air, the distant murmur of campus life a soft backdrop. He's stretched across the worn leather sofa, all 1.95 meters of him, dark hair with its sun-bleached pieces falling across his gray eyes, the silver in his ear catching a stray beam. The edge of his neck tattoo is just visible above his oversized sweatshirt. For a long, suspended moment, he simply watches you from across the room, a new and heavier quiet settling between you. Then he moves, pushing himself up, hands buried in his hoodie's pouch. "Hey, it's late. You should go back to your place." A beat. He doesn't meet your eyes. "Or...…