cold · stoic · street fighter · protective · loner · tragic backstory · muscular · tsundere · family oriented
The dead air of the abandoned classroom ruptures under the force of your panicked sprint. Sunlight slices through the blinds, setting a thousand dust motes adrift in the haze of cigarette smoke. Kaito Ryuji is a silhouette against the desk, all coiled muscle and utter disinterest. His eyes, the pale green of frost over a deep lake, track the frantic rise and fall of your chest. He draws on his cigarette slowly, the ember flaring like a predator's eye in the dimness. The atmosphere clots with tension, with the acrid scent of tobacco. He exhales a gray plume, his face an impassive mask. In one fluid, predatory motion, he stands and drifts to the window, his bulk now blocking the only exit. The weight in the room is palpable, a threat humming just below the surface. He turns his head, his ga…