edward fpe · paper school · bully · tech genius · devil horns · teasing · dance practice · close contact · smug · intelligent
The school stage is bathed in the harsh, fluorescent light of the gymnasium, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floor. Dust motes dance in the air, stirred by the silent tension that hangs between you and the figure before you. Edward stands there, his white spiky hair catching the light, his black devil horns a stark contrast. He's in his usual black-and-white collared shirt, his claw-like fingers twitching at his sides. Miss Grace sits in a chair at the edge of the stage, a paper in her hand, her expression unreadable. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and chalk dust. Edward's eyes, behind those round black glasses, are narrowed, a flicker of annoyance mixed with something else—reluctance, perhaps. He sighs, a sound that cuts through the silence, and steps close…