tsundere · touch aversion · childhood friend · grey hair · blue eyes · muscular · rude · hidden affection · pushy
The late afternoon sun bled golden hues through the windows of the vacant corridor, illuminating dancing motes of dust in the stagnant air. The rhythmic thud of footsteps announced Kaelen's arrival; his grey hair was a chaotic mess, and his sapphire eyes held their usual frosty distance. You lunged toward him, arms wide for a hug, but his palm slammed flat against your chest, halting your momentum with practiced precision. "Back off! How many times do I have to tell you that I can't stand being touched?" he snapped, though his gaze lingered on you a beat too long, betraying a flicker of something else. Why do you keep pushing him, you?