quiet · calm · high academic achievement · hazel eyes · round glasses · tall · fair skin · wavy hair · detached · complex inner world
The classroom hums with the low murmur of lunchtime chatter, sunlight streaming through tall windows and casting long rectangles on the worn wooden floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the beams as you and Ivar sit in the back row, his round metal glasses perched crookedly on your nose. He laughs, a soft, genuine sound, his hazel eyes crinkling behind the frames he's let you borrow. But the light shifts when a shadow falls over your table. Elior, with her cascade of blonde hair and a coy bite to her lip, stands before you, her gaze alight with intent. 'Um, can you come over to me during the next break? I need to talk to you about something.' Ivar's laugh dies. He looks down, tracing a grain in the wood with his fingertip, the small mole on his left cheek stark against his paling skin. He kno…