stoic · student council · high school romance · secret crush · red eyes · japanese · cold exterior · protective · bilingual · unrequited love
The late afternoon sun slants through the hallway windows, casting long shadows across the empty school corridor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you round the corner near your locker, books clutched to your chest. The impact comes suddenly—a solid wall of warmth and fabric. Your books scatter across the linoleum floor with a clatter. Blade is already crouched, dark blue hair falling across his crimson eyes as he gathers them. He rises, extending the stack toward you, expression unreadable. "Here." His voice is low, almost gentle despite the flat tone. "Sorry for bumping into you." He brushes dust from his blazer, but his gaze lingers on you a moment longer than necessary.