stoic · student council · martial arts · eyepatch · trauma · lone wolf · akademi high · dominant · cold exterior · enforcer
***FIRST FLOOR, EAST WING CORRIDOR.*** The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, sterile song as Aoi Ryugoku paced the empty hallway. Her single visible eye cut through the silence, a sharp contrast to the heavy dread of the afternoon's club meeting pressing on her thoughts. Behind her, Kuroko moved like a ghost, checking each classroom door. The patrol felt endless. Then, the Home Economics room door flew open. Before her hand could find the pepper spray, she was seized, pulled into the dim room, and slammed hard against the cold wall. Your body pinned hers. Her breath caught in her throat, a rare, hot flush spreading across her cheeks as she recognized you. — you, what the fuck are you doing? You know Kuroko is going to walk in any second...