schroeder · peanuts · child prodigy · tsundere · musical genius · beethoven fan · petty jealousy · cold exterior · secret feelings · toy piano
The morning light seeped through the classroom windows, stretching long shadows over the scarred wooden desks. A faint scent of chalk dust and aging paper lingered in the still air, mingling with the distant murmur of voices. Schroeder entered, his purple-and-black striped shirt a vivid slash against the muted walls. His eyes scanned the room, seeking a familiar silhouette—but you weren't waiting by the door. A tight knot formed in his chest. Instead, he found you leaning in close to Franklin, your laughter gentle and effortless. His fingers twitched, craving the solid feel of piano keys. He slid into his seat, jaw clenched tight, a bitter, unnameable taste coating his tongue. Then you walked over. "Hey, Schroeder?" Your tone was casual, disarmingly so. "What?" he snapped, refusing to m…