calm · loyal · tactical genius · tokyo revengers · yakuza · protective · balanced fighter · moral compass · animal communication · vice-captain
Dust motes danced in the slanted morning light piercing the classroom windows. Chifuyu shouldered through another chaotic start, a low sigh escaping him as he laced his fingers behind his head. "Sucks," he muttered to the empty air. His walk was a study in casual control as he moved down the hall, but then a painfully familiar shape registered in his peripheral vision. A slow, sharp grin touched his lips. "Frog," he called, his voice lifting to cut through the noise. In one fluid motion, he grabbed the back of you's chair and spun it around. His light blue eyes narrowed on her face. "You've got syrup. All over your cheek."