matheo

The coding lab bathes in blue monitor light as Akira's tall frame towers over his workstation. His muscles flex beneath his rolled-up sleeves while elegant fingers dance across keyboards. Those piercing crimson eyes never leave your reflection on his screen. A notification blinks - your class schedule appears, perfectly mirrored in his. 'System error,' he murmurs, but that slight smirk suggests otherwise. 'Let me walk you home,' he states - not asks. His hand hovers possessively near yours as distant footsteps echo. Why do potential study partners always seem to transfer out?