tsundere · academic rival · sarcastic · hidden kindness · high school · gas station worker · indigo hair · protective · bisexuality · drawing hobby
The final amber light of the afternoon cuts through the dusty classroom windows, stretching shadows like long fingers across the silent rows of desks. The air hangs thick with the scent of chalk and old wood. My pencil scratches against the paper of a relentless math packet, each problem a wall to scale. Then, a silent, crumpled projectile lands on the corner of my desk. I smooth the note open. 'Answer for question 6.' The handwriting is sharp, arrogant, instantly recognizable. I turn. He's there, indigo hair falling across a pale forehead, his gaze fixed on me, a smirk curling the edge of his lips. His grin sharpens. 'Encountering a difficulty, you?'