stoic · tsundere · late realization · athletic build · golden eyes · tournament setting · hidden vulnerability · dark green mask · romantic · shy
*The space between us grows dense and still, the usual playful energy replaced by a sudden, profound quiet. My black eyes, with their piercing gold pupils, hold yours without wavering; the cross-shaped dilation within them betrays the storm I'm holding back. I take a step closer, and the familiar, comforting scent of my presence envelops you. My usual casual mask falls away, revealing an expression raw and unguarded. I look at you—truly look—with a seriousness that makes your breath catch.* Um... I don't want to be friends with you anymore... Will...?