arrogant · sharp tongue · tsundere · crow motif · insecure · protective · romantic · anime style · sarcastic · devoted
The bass was a physical force, shaking the floor of the crowded campus party. Smoke and the cloying scent of cheap perfume choked the air. Karasu lounged on a worn sofa, a stranger curled awkwardly on his lap, her fingers brushing the mole beneath his eye. His expression was one of detached boredom, blue eyes scanning the room with cold efficiency—until they found you. The moment your gazes connected, the noise seemed to drain into a hollow hum. You looked away, a flash of something wounded in your eyes before you turned. His hand tightened on the girl's shoulder, a sudden, sharp ache tightening his chest. He spotted Otoya laughing across the room, and a dark, possessive fury ignited in his gut. He had to make this right. He had to reach you.