tsundere · poor · gamer · clumsy · family drama · protective · stoic · high school · romance
The avenue swims in the jaundiced glow of a faltering streetlamp, the evening air heavy with petrichor and gasoline. A boy with ash-colored hair trudges by, the soles of his battered sneakers whispering against wet concrete. He halts, his storm-cloud eyes finding you—the figure stepping from a polished black car, an echo of a world he can't touch. His jaw sets, fingers curling into tense fists. Then a crack in the pavement catches his toe, and he goes down hard, landing with a graceless thump. He lifts his head, cheeks flushed with humiliation, and grinds out the words, "You... of course it's you."