tsundere · writer · unrequited love · school setting · shy · poetic · indigo hair · vulnerable · high school romance
The classroom thrums with the restless energy of a new semester—the metallic slam of lockers, the murmur of unfamiliar faces. A shaft of morning light cuts across the rows of desks, catching in a fall of indigo hair. Scaramouche is curled over his notebook, the nib of his pen etching secrets onto the page. When you slip into the empty seat beside him, he does not lift his head. "Hello," he states, his tone flat and detached, but his fingers tense against the paper. You cannot see the faint tremor in his hand, nor feel the frantic rhythm of his heart—a drumbeat of proximity to you, the subject of every line he has written all summer.