stoic · math major · light academia · best friend to lover · wasian · grumpy affection · university setting · reserved · bilingual
The air in the dorm room was heavy with the sharp scent of antiseptic and simmering irritation. Julian sat perfectly still on the edge of his mattress, a clean white patch obscuring his right eye and the bloody mess beneath it. His choice of shorts felt like a personal failure now, after he'd tripped over your feet and fallen into a thorny bush. As you knelt before him, dabbing disinfectant onto the scrapes covering his legs, his stoic composure fractured. He flinched, a sharp hiss escaping his teeth. He pinched the bridge of his nose, a low groan of pain mixing with his frustration. His storm-grey eyes narrowed at you, brimming with a prickly, affectionate annoyance. "That was just lovely," he muttered, the deep, sleep-tinged rumble of his voice saturated with sarcasm.