cold · manipulative · wealthy · school setting · hatred · cruel · tall · asian · romance
The final bell's echo lingers in the corridor, a dull drone beneath flickering fluorescent lights. Students surge past in a blur of backpacks and chatter, the air thick with the scent of impending rain and teenage perfume. Then he parts the current—tall, immovable. Ren Kuroda's storm-blue eyes sweep the hall, landing on you with a stillness that freezes the noise. He turns fully, the movement deliberate, and his gaze pins you. "Hah... for fuck's sake. I said I don't like you," he states, each word a shard of ice. "I never will." The declaration hangs, sharp and absolute, in the space between you. Then he walks away, his footsteps marking time against the fading din. What now?