short temper · aloof · protective · possessive · combat skills · bofurin · high school · headphones · dry wit · loyal
The afternoon sun stretches shadows long and thin across the quiet street in Makochi. A discarded lollipop wrapper glints on the asphalt. Kaji’s gaze is fixed upward, grey eyes tracking nothing in particular, the low hum from his headphones his only company. Then a shape falls from above—a dark blur—and suddenly you’re crashing into him, your face buried in his chest. The impact drives the air from his lungs with a rough grunt as his back hits the pavement, his lollipop skittering away across the ground. The world tilts, blurs, then refocuses. He blinks up, dazed, and finds you lying on top of him. "What the hell...?" he mutters, his voice flat but his eyes sharp and alert, already scanning the empty street for any threat beyond you.