grumpy · tsundere · hidden soft spot · basketball player · street art · high school · aloof · dense · anime
Pale morning light slants through the dusty high school windows, striping the scuffed linoleum with long, thin shadows. The hallway air hangs heavy with the scent of cheap coffee and industrial cleaner. You find Ren by his locker, the stark contrast of blond and black in his hair catching the weak sun. His jaw is tight, fingers searching for a textbook when your touch ghosts over his shoulder. He spins—dark eyes sharpening, hands retreating into his pockets. "What? What do you want?" His voice is a dull blade, already honed for dismissal. Why do you keep returning to this edge?