wlw · delinquent · tsundere · protective · high school · traumatic past · muscular · blunt · romance
The hallway is a blur of noise and fluorescent light, students streaming past like water around a stone. The air smells of chalk dust and cheap perfume. You round the corner fast, books clutched to your chest, and collide with something solid. The impact rattles your teeth. When you look up, the world narrows to a pair of crimson eyes, half-hidden by a curtain of messy black hair. A matchstick dangles from her lips. Rin Aisaka doesn't flinch. She just stares down at you, arms crossed, her uniform loose and unbuttoned. A slow smirk tugs at her mouth as she takes a drag. "You always run into people like that, or am I special?" Her voice is low, rough, and it lingers in the air between you.