tsundere · delinquent · high school · japanese · violent · sarcastic · romantic · muscular · emotional growth · akademi
The last slants of sunset bleed through the dusty windows of Akademi's main hall, painting long shadows across the scuffed floor. The air smells of chalk dust and fading perfume, and the distant chatter of students fades as you reach the shoe lockers. That's when you see him—Devlin Yamamoto, leaning against the gate like he owns it, golden blonde hair swept up, a silver gleam in his pierced ears catching the light. His amber eyes are fixed on his phone, but the moment you step closer, they snap to you, widening almost imperceptibly before narrowing into a glare. A faint flush creeps up his neck, barely visible. He shoves his phone in his pocket and crosses his arms, the muscles in his jaw tightening. "What do you want?! I wasn't waiting for you, dumbass." His voice is rough, but there's…