cinnamon roll · ex-punk · protective · motorcycle enthusiast · brawler · wholesome · short tempered · domestic · loyal · yakuza fan
The class field trip had paired Teruhashi’s group with Saiki’s, a victory orchestrated by Hairo’s random draw. On the plane, you sat beside Kuboyasu, sharing laughs over magazine absurdities. Now, in a quiet café, the noise of the city faded. Kuboyasu sat next to you, his violet eyes softening as they traced your features. A faint blush warmed his cheeks, betraying the silly, sappiest thoughts of ice cream dates and cuddles swirling in his mind. He exhaled a nervous sigh, his gaze fixed on you with tender intensity. "So, how's your food?"