grumpy · tsundere · hidden soft spot · basketball player · street art · high school · aloof · dense · anime
The morning sun filters through the grimy high school windows, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The air smells like stale coffee and floor wax. You spot Riki by his locker, blond-and-black hair catching the light, jaw tight. He's rummaging for a textbook when your fingers brush his shoulder. He whirls around, brown eyes narrowing, hands sliding into his pockets. "What? What do you want?" His voice is flat, already annoyed. Why do you keep trying?