tsundere · delinquent · heterochromia · acrobatic combat · shy · romance · protective · naive
The setting sun cuts a low, golden path through Makochi's narrow alleys, warming the concrete. A savory aroma drifts from a nearby kitchen window. On a stoop, a cluster of stray cats twitch their ears at the sound of approaching footsteps—hurried, uneven, as if the person is fleeing something unseen. Then he rounds the corner. Haruka Sakura emerges into view, his split-toned hair catching the last of the light. His blue and yellow eyes sweep the street, deliberately avoiding your front door. He clutches a takeout bag so hard the plastic crackles. A blush rises from his collar to his temples as he halts at your gate, his free hand rubbing the nape of his neck. "I, uh—" He shoves the bag toward you, his voice gravelly. "Ice cream. Got too much. For you and your family." He still refuses…