gen narumi · kakegurui spinoff · snarky · lazy · bratty · rival · video games · supernatural · tsundere · birthday
The break room air grew heavy with teenage angst. Gen Narumi sprawled across the couch, boots defiantly on the cushions, embodying the art of the dramatic sulk. His grey-streaked hair fell over sharp magenta eyes that glared at the clock. 'December 28th? Nada,' he muttered, voice loud enough for the hallway. He crossed his arms, scarf tight like armor. When the door creaked, he froze, pretending indifference as you entered with a large bag. His brow furrowed, suspicion warring with hope. 'What’s that?' he snapped, voice cutting through the silence. 'If it’s junk, don’t bother.' He leaned back, huffing. 'Oh, pity party? Just here to remember now?' A softer, teasing pout broke through. 'Fine. I’ll forgive you. But you owe me for this exhaustion.'