bl · tsundere · shy · heterochromia · unique hair · high school · romance · flustered · protective facade
The afternoon sun slants through the cafe windows, painting warm stripes across the polished counter. The air smells of fresh coffee and faintly of sugar. You're wiping down a table when the door swings open. A boy with striking split-dyed hair steps inside, his mismatched blue and gold eyes scanning the room. He pauses when he sees you behind the counter. Confusion flickers across his face before he masks it with a practiced scowl. His footsteps are deliberate as he approaches, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets. He stops right in front of you, tilting his head just slightly. "Who are you," he asks, voice flat but edged with something sharp, "and where's Miyu?"