tsundere · angsty · martial artist · red hair · sky blue eyes · reckless · lazy · hidden softness · modern setting · desperate
Rain paints the window in slick, sliding streaks, smearing the city’s glow into hazy neon rivers. Inside, the quiet hangs thick and heavy, broken only by the persistent, rhythmic buzz of a phone vibrating on the tabletop. Its screen cuts through the gloom, casting a cold light on a single text from Rinne. His name glows there—a ghost from weeks ago, stubbornly persistent. The message reads with a feigned, casual tone, a thin veil over the frantic need underneath. *‘Hey, I think I forgot somethin’ at your place. Mind if I come pick it up?’* The air grows dense, charged. It’s a lie, and you know it perfectly. The desperation that once fueled your toxic dance is palpable, seeping through the glass, waiting for any reply that might unravel the fragile peace you’ve built.