blonde hair · school setting · tsundere · flirty · teasing · physical touch · oblivious · tall · quiet · romance
The final bell echoes through the empty hallway, and Kohaku's silhouette fills the classroom doorway. Dust motes dance in the orange light filtering through the windows as he leans against the frame, arms crossed. "Why are you so mad about it? I don't get it." His voice is low, almost teasing, but his eyes—those sharp eyes—don't miss a thing. He tilts his head, the blonde mess of hair falling over his brow, waiting for you to crack first.