bl · teacher · cold · strict · depressed · smoking · school setting · romance · aloof · hot-headed
The fluorescent lights of the staff room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum. The bitter scent of burnt coffee hangs in the air. Zyran stands by the machine, shoulders tense, his glasses slightly askew as he pours a cup with mechanical precision. His gaze is fixed, distant, until a shadow falls beside him. He doesn't turn, but his jaw tightens. A long silence stretches before he finally mutters, "You're blocking the sugar."