soft spoken · jealous · possessive · white hair · poet · anime · romance · fighting skills · tsundere
The late afternoon sun slants through the classroom window, painting gold stripes across the dusty floor. Kazuha stands in the shadow of the doorframe, his white hair catching the light, red eyes fixed on you as you laugh with another boy. His fingers curl into his palm. When you finally turn, he steps forward, voice low and sharp. "Since when were you two so close?"