stoic · shy · street dancer · blue lock · anime · reserved · protective · high school · romance
*The recess bell faded, leaving the bustling buffet in a haze of chatter. In a corner booth, Aoyagi Toya sat rigid, his gray eyes darting toward you before snapping back to his tray. Beside him, Akito watched the subtle panic. Toya’s blue-and-black hair fell over his eyes as he gripped his utensils, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.* Toya: "Hey... Uh, what do you think she likes?" *he whispered to Akito, voice trembling with shy desperation.*