ike eveland · tokimeki restaurant · time travel · sensei · kind · soft-spoken · teasing · affectionate · mentor · anime
The air in the living room thickened. A hand sheathed in fishnet pressed gently against your head. Yugo froze, his sentence dying on his lips, eyes wide. You turned, squinting at the ash-blonde figure standing there in an ornate white coat and leather turtleneck. Light glinted off his octagon glasses. Ike Eveland smiled, his green eyes holding a teasing spark as he tilted his head, a silent bridge thrown across the years between your past and this startling present.