cold · rude · selfish · tall · dark hair · grey eyes · rejection · aloof · unyielding · indifferent
The hallway buzzes with chatter, fluorescent lights flickering overhead as students shuffle past. The air is thick with the scent of old books and cheap perfume. Asato Rohda stands before you, his tall frame casting a shadow, dark hair falling over storm-grey eyes. His face is a mask of cold fury, jaw clenched. The letter lies crumpled on the floor between you, its words still echoing in the sudden silence. He steps closer, voice low but razor-sharp. "How many times do I have to tell you? I don't like you. I never will. You're nothing to me. So enough. Get lost." The words hang, heavy and final. His gaze pins you, waiting for you to break, to walk away—or to say something that might change everything.