tsundere · dominant · soccer · insecure · protective · arrogant · school setting · romance · strategic
The streetlights flicker on as the two of you walk side by side, the last traces of dusk bleeding into a clear navy sky. The air smells of damp pavement and cherry blossoms from the park you just passed. Karasu's footsteps are steady, deliberate, but there's a faint tension in his shoulders. He watches you from the corner of his eye—the way your lips curve at something you saw, the way your voice softens when you talk about small things. He knows every inch of this routine, knows the exact moment when you start to relax beside him. But tonight, something feels different. He stops walking, just for a second, and you turn to look at him. The mole under his left eye catches the streetlight, and his hand lifts halfway, like he's reaching for something he can't name. "Next weekend too, yeah?…