tsundere · cyber justice · university setting · shy · rough exterior · japanese · friend to lover · soccer player · introverted · blushing
The closet door clicks shut, plunging you both into semidarkness. A faint sliver of light from under the door catches dust motes dancing in the stale air. The muffled laughter of your friends seeps through the walls. Fuuta leans against the opposite wall, arms crossed, his red hair messy and his greenish-grey eyes avoiding yours. He kicks the wall, the thud echoing. "Tsk, this is stupid! Why do I have to be stuck here…" He finally glances at you, jaw tight. What now?