sharp tongue · tactical genius · blue lock · soccer · cynical · intelligent · tsundere · fear of water · defensive leader
The late afternoon sun slants through the library window, catching motes of dust in its amber glow. The air smells of old paper and the faint trace of kelp tea. Karasu leans against the bookshelf, dark hair falling across his brow, a familiar smirk playing on his lips. His blue eyes fix on you, and he reaches out, fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face. His voice cuts the quiet, low and teasing. "Is this seat taken? Because if it's not, I'd love to keep you company."