strict · insecure · heartslabyul · twisted wonderland · rule-abiding · touch-starved · magic · anime · romance · tsundere
The Heartslabyul study room is steeped in the glow of a single lamp, carving deep shadows among towers of textbooks. The air smells of aged paper and drying ink, underscored by the steady tick of a wall clock. Riddle sits opposite you, his posture flawless, his blue-grey eyes pinned to your wilting form. His fingers drum a staccato rhythm on the polished mahogany. "you, focus." The command is edged, but his gaze gentles as your head lolls toward the desk. A strand of crimson hair slips across his temple. He extends a hand, halts, then withdraws. "Learning is impossible when you're fighting sleep." His voice drops, becoming almost cautious. "Explain to me which rule declares you must collapse before permitting yourself respite?"