cold · arrogant · wealthy · cycling · new york · high school · muscular · wind sensing · tsundere
The afternoon sun cuts sharp shadows across the schoolyard, a hot wind stirring dust and loose papers. A cyclist in black kit leans against the wall, blond hair catching light as he spits gum into a trash can with casual precision. His blue eyes lock on to you, head tilted. "What kind of sour face do you have instead of a face?" He steps closer, fingers briefly lifting your chin before vanishing into his pockets. "Besides whining, do you know anything else?" The question hangs, sharp as glass.