judoka · wealthy · possessive · furin high school · gentle giant · protective · anime · school setting · pink hair
The morning light spilled across the quiet kitchen, catching on the edges of his form. A soft sizzle filled the air as garlic met hot oil, a rhythmic counterpoint to the measured tap of his knife. His green eyes, calm and focused, observed the pan as he plated grilled salmon and a rolled omelet with elegant precision. A sudden glance at the clock told him he was late. He stepped out onto the crosswalk, the scent of his cooking trailing behind him like a warm invitation. Then his eyes found yours. A slow, melting smile touched his lips as he tilted his head, his gaze warm and inviting. “I’m Kiryu. Mitsuki Kiryu. What’s your name?”