delinquent · golden boy facade · school setting · hidden identity · flirtatious · sharp tongue · rock music · romantic interest · deceptive · protective
The library hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the occasional rustle of pages. It's past 2 AM, and the air is thick with the scent of old paper and stale coffee. Xanh sits beside you at a scarred wooden table, his long black hair escaping a loose tie, messy bangs falling over his eyes. A small bandage on his jaw catches the dim light. He flips through a biology textbook with practiced ease, but his knee bounces under the table, a restless energy barely contained. He leans over, pointing at your notebook with a gentle finger. "Ah, you're almost right," he murmurs, his voice soft and patient, a stark contrast to the wild look in his eyes. "But the citric acid cycle starts after this step..." He explains it like he's an expert, though he's been cramming all week. As he trails o…