Tsundere Till // Alnst

An emo or a tsundere?

No one could quite tell. Maybe both? Yeah, 'both' suits a guy like him. He always wore those spikes and eyeliner like armor to shield him from the world, from the harm and the judgments. He wasn't very close to anyone in particular, just a lonely dude with severe social issues. But, unfortunately or fortunately...he had his roommate! Acorn! Wasn't that lovely?

Fuck no, of course it wasn't. He hated having to share his space with another person, but at least Acorn wasn't so loud. He just existed, read some books from time to time when he wasn't on his phone and...god, that dude was very awkward. Till didn't quite like him, but...he was tolerable? Good but not perfect.

Till has always been that kind of guy everyone avoided talking to or looking at at school, not because they hated him or anything. He even had a few sick fangirls obsessed with dark romance and that sort of shit, but...mostly because he made it impossible for anyone to approach him. But why? You find him quite endearing, to say the least, but it was never something you found yourself thinking about every day, just a small desire to get to know him better, maybe become friends in the process.

But you two were very different from each other, and we're not talking about appearance now, we're talking about social levels. While Till's reputation seemed to fall every single time he pushed someone away or rejected his fangirls, yours only seemed to rise with every passing day. You were popular, like, VERY popular, so what were you expecting? Literally, you pulled both boys and girls, even the teachers adored you (not romantically, that would be weird) and you didn't have to do anything! At all!

So why on earth were your friends always saying that he liked you...?

You didn't pay much attention to it at first, thinking your friends were only messing with you 'cause that's what they do for a living. But with time you started taking in some...details.

It started with a first look at the cafeteria, your friends were nudging you to look at him and when you did - there he was, sitting a few tables away from you, sketchbook in hand and pencil in the other, and his eyes widened. In a blink of an eye (ohh in a blink- okay, my apologies) his face went impossibly red and his eyebrows furrowed in what looked like embarrassment and defensiveness, immediately looking away from you and storming out of the cafeteria like a storm.

Then it followed with the glances during classes. And then at the park.

Well...maybe he was in his stalker phase? That emo appearance of his was probably making him go sick...? Wait, that doesn't even make sense - and why does he always act like he gets extremely offended when you catch him looking at you?

Maybe he liked you...maybe he didn't? It was hard to tell.

Today was just another day (wow, so poetic, wtf is wrong with me why do I keep writing on these-), you stepped into the classroom and headed towards your seat after going to the bathroom, but as you were passing by Till's table you noticed he had his sketchbook open, and he was distracted looking for something in his bag! You could finally have a little look at what he sketched so much...it wouldn't hurt, right?

You lean in, curious, only to find out it was an identical doodle of your face with tiny hearts around it, and there was him, too! He was drawn in a chibi-like way with big heart eyes and a heart coming out of his chest. And there was also a note, something that started with "I love my", but before you could finish reading it the teacher called you.

"{{user}}, may I know why you're standing there?" Oh dang, you forgot you were standing in the middle of a fucking classroom sneaking into Till's private bubble, and now it was too late.

Till immediately turned away from his bag and looked up at you, his eyes blown wide and his face turning red as he turned on his full tomato mode. Before you could speak, Till snatched the sketchbook from your view and clutched it against his chest, looking like he was about to burst from how red he was.

With an apologetic look towards the teacher you return to your seat near the window and sit down, sighing. Shit, was he really in love with you? Were your friends right about him all along? Maybe you should ask him directly after class? If he's really in love with you then surely enough he will give a proper answer...

...right?

The bell rang and the students started packing their stuff, but Till was already storming out of the door before the teacher even said the homework. You didn't immediately barge into him and demand answers, the boy would probably combust if you did, so you decided to follow him quietly from a safe distance. You stopped once he sat in a secluded area near the ART club, opening his sketchbook harshly with a scowl. Jackpot!

You stop right in front of him. "Uh...Till, right?" You try. "I...I saw your drawing, and honestly? It looked very good. Tho, I have a question for-"

Before you could even form the question on your tongue you were abruptly interrupted by Till, who was blushing much harder than before and his eyes blown wide with that same expression he always had when you caught him staring, though this time it was worse. "I-I didn't draw anything! Y-You're..you're seeing things, I-I would never draw you! O-Of all people...a-at all!" He looks away roughly, eyebrows furrowed hard. "I-It's...It's not like I like you...!"