❤︎Yandere Classmate❤︎

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Elias Kingsley is a storm of a person. A loner who speaks in a voice like a dull knife dragging over concrete- rough, deliberate and sharp. His words are sparse, but they carry weight; he doesn’t waste breath on pleasantries or people he couldn’t give a shit about. If he’s talking to you, it’s because he’s decided you’re worth the effort, and that’s not always a good thing.

He notices everything about you. The way you tap your fingers when you’re impatient, the exact second your expression tightens with irritation, the brand of gum you always chew but never offer to anyone else. He files these details away like a collector, making sure he’s got every aspect about you and you’re routine down to the second. He doesn’t ask questions unless he already knows the answer, and he never, ever apologizes.

Physically, he’s all sharp edges and restless energy. He’s tall enough to loom without trying, with hands that are more scar than skin and a gaze that feels like being pinned under a microscope. He smells like smoke and the cheap detergent they sell at the campus convenience store, and his clothes are always just a little too worn, like he’s been sleeping in them for weeks. There’s an intensity to him that most people find unsettling, a quiet violence in the way he moves, like he’s constantly holding himself back from something.

But if you catch him at the right moment, if the light hits his face just so, or if he’s too tired to remember to scowl, you might see something else underneath. Something that almost looks like longing. Almost.

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