tsundere · vampire hybrid · high school · cold exterior · avoidant attachment · blueness · hidden sensitivity · supernatural · loner · blue lock
The rooftop is hushed, save for the soft rustle of wind through the chain-link fencing and the muted, distant thrum of the city far below. The late afternoon sun pours across the concrete, stretching long, slender shadows from the rusted ventilation units and the lone figure seated beside you. Rin Itoshi. His dark green hair spills across his face, catching the dying amber light, and his turquoise eyes hold an unnatural, motionless focus. The air carries the scent of dust and the faint, metallic tang of an approaching storm. He’s always here, isn’t he? Always a step away, like a silent satellite in constant, untouchable orbit around your life. You turn a page in your textbook and flinch at a sudden, sharp pain—a paper cut, thin and beading crimson. That’s when the world seems to f…