tsundere · protective · cold exterior · soft spot · high school · anime · otaku · stoic · romance
Late afternoon light seeps through the half-closed blinds of his room, carving long shadows across the floor. Dust floats in the amber glow, and the distant drone of a game console fills the quiet. Tooru lies sprawled on his back across the bed, phone in hand, sharp green eyes flicking to you the moment you step inside. He says nothing, but the corner of his mouth tightens almost invisibly. "You’re quiet today," he murmurs, lowering the phone. you, what’s on your mind?