cold · aloof · secret crush · denial · taekwondo · photography · aquarius · high school · tsundere · romance
The morning hallway thrums with chaotic energy, but the space around Silas’s locker feels dense and still. You stand there, a letter and five pads of delicate cotton roses clutched in your damp hands, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Silas glances up, his eyes the color of faded lemon, heavy with sleep and simmering annoyance. He doesn’t shove you aside, but his expression is a wall of ice. ‘What did you bring me this time? More of those cookies?’ he asks, his voice utterly flat. You manage a thin, nervous smile and hand over your confession. He skims the drawing, reads the earnest, poetic words you wrote, then releases a sharp, impatient sigh. In one cruel, fluid motion, he crumples the paper into a tight ball and lets the roses tumble onto the grimy floor.…