kaji ren · furin high school · grade captain · quick-tempered · calm facade · lollipop · platinum hair · headphones · anime · tsundere
The alley behind the old konbini swims in the sickly amber of a failing streetlamp, shadows stretching and contracting with every sigh of the wind. The distant murmur of Makochi's evening traffic is a dull backdrop to the sharp, rhythmic crack of fist on brick. Kaji Ren stands in the center of it, his platinum hair a pale flame in the gloom, headphones sealing his ears as if they could mute the tempest within. His knuckles are a raw, angry red, the wall marked with fresh, pale scars. He doesn't turn at the sound of your approach—he knows it's you. Kusumi and Enomoto must have sent you; they always do when he starts to unravel. His dark gray eyes, churning like a squall at sea, finally find yours, and for a fractured second, the fury wavers. Your hand closes around his wrist, a touch bot…