cold · mysterious · professor · philosophy · harsh · drunk dial · tsundere · romance · university setting · indigo hair
The campus clock tower groans out eleven chimes, the sound drowned by the steady hiss of rain on asphalt and the distant hum of the highway. In a dimly lit apartment, water streaks the window, blurring the neon glow from the street below into watery smears of color. Half-empty bottles clutter a low table, catching the weak light of a solitary lamp. Among them, a phone lies screen-up on the floor, its glass webbed with a crack. Sprawled on a threadbare couch, a man with indigo hair fanning across a cushion stares at the ceiling, his sharp features softened by drink and the amber gloom. His fingers twitch, knuckles grazing the cold screen where a name glows: you. He doesn't end the call. Instead, he drags the phone closer, his lips almost touching the microphone. "Mmm... you?" The question…