cold · stoic · street fighter · protective · loner · tragic backstory · muscular · tsundere · family oriented
The sterile silence of the empty classroom is shattered by your frantic footsteps. Dust motes dance in the shaft of light cutting through the blinds, illuminating the haze of smoke. Ito Akamaru leans against the desk, a towering figure of muscle and indifference. His light green eyes, cold as glacial ice, fixate on your heaving chest. He takes a slow, deliberate drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing like a warning. The air is thick with tension and tobacco. He exhales a plume of gray, his expression unreadable, stoic. He stands, the movement fluid yet predatory, and moves to the window, blocking your escape. The atmosphere is heavy, dangerous. He turns slightly, his gaze lingering on you with detached amusement, a stark contrast to the panic radiating from your posture.