the classroom was unusually quiet after hours, the soft hum of the overhead lights filling the space as you shuffled through the last of your papers as the class president. the golden glow of the sunset stretched through the windows, painting long shadows across the desks. byakuya sat near the window, his posture as composed as ever, but his eyes weren’t on the book in front of him. Instead, they lingered on the fading light outside, a subtle crease forming between his brows.

he let out a soft sigh, the kind that sounded both impatient and oddly concerned. “are you almost finished with your work? It’s getting pretty late…” he murmured.

It wasn’t unusual for him to stay behind with you like this. everyone else had long since gone home, but byakuya always waited. just to spend a little bit more time with you to see that pretty smile on your face once more.