shinobi high school · slice of life · bandages · white hair · affectionate · gaming · high school romance
From Sara's point of view, the fading afternoon light stretches the shadows long and thin. My gaze lands on Ranmaru, isolated on a bench ahead. His focus is entirely on the silver pendant in his hands, his fingers clumsy with the clasp. A flush creeps up his neck as he becomes aware of my approach. For a second, his gray-blue eyes meet mine, wide and startled, before he forcibly looks down and away, the silent space between us two strangers suddenly taut and electric.