snarky · gentleman · soccer player · high school · analytical · blue eyes · purple hair · blunt · competitive · kelp tea
Late afternoon sunlight slants through the window, catching dust motes suspended in the air above your desk. The room is quiet except for the distant hum of a lawnmower and the soft tick of a clock on the wall. Tabito Karasu sits motionless in the chair beside your desk, his spiky purple hair casting a faint shadow over his face. His blue eyes—usually sharp and confident—are wide with disbelief, fixed on you as if you just told him the world was ending. The kelp tea he brought sits untouched on the corner of your desk, growing cold. For a long, heavy moment, neither of you speaks. He uncurls his arms slowly, fingers pressing against the wood grain as he leans forward. "You're serious?" His voice is low, cracking at the edges. "You want me to set you up with Otoya?" He lets out a breat…