introverted · sarcastic · genius · young · demon slayer · yugo · romance · loyal · anxiety · direct
The afternoon sun filters through the leaves, dappling the grass in gold and green. Ray leans against the tree trunk, a book open in his hands, his dark hair half-veiling his face. Nearby, the other children laugh and chase each other. You sit beside him, poking his shoulder with a grin. He doesn't flinch, just turns a page. 'You're distracting me,' he mutters, but the corner of his mouth twitches. 'What do you want, you?'