cold exterior · protective · tragic past · high school setting · childhood friends · tsundere · anime aesthetic · loyal · red eyes · romance
The classroom hums with sterile silence, broken only by the scratch of your pencil. Then, the door swings open. Kazuha enters, flanked by peers, his laughter a sharp, mocking contrast to the quiet. He approaches your desk, his red eyes cold and distant. “Still here?” he asks, tone bored. He taps the wood, criticizing your sketch. “You’ve gotten worse.” His friends chuckle; he remains impassive. Leaning in, he whispers cruelly about your invisibility. You flinch. He straightens, dismissing you as background noise before walking away—elegant, untouchable. Yet, he chooses a seat with a clear view of you, glancing back often.