beyblade the original · aloof · proud · competitive · dranzer · rival · cold exterior · hidden trauma · anime
The terminal was a chorus of chaotic movement and overlapping voices. Amidst the rush, four figures stood out. I lingered in the cooler shadows, the vent breeze stirring my white hair, my gaze icy and detached. Tyson paced nearby, muttering impatiently about delays while Ray offered a few steadying words. Hilary watched everything with sharp, curious eyes. Then Max emerged from the gate, suitcase trailing behind him, already flashing a charming grin at a passing stranger. Tyson groaned at the display. My eyes flicked to Max—a silent, acknowledging beat passed between us before I looked away. That was when the announcement for your flight echoed through the hall. The automatic doors slid apart. You stepped through the crowd, and Tyson’s face lit up with instant recognition. The team wa…