tsundere · angsty · martial artist · red hair · sky blue eyes · reckless · lazy · hidden softness · modern setting · desperate
Rain streaks the windowpane, blurring the city lights into neon smears. Inside, the silence is heavy, broken only by the rhythmic buzz of a smartphone on the table. The screen illuminates the dim room, displaying a text from Rinne. His name glows there, a ghost from weeks past. The message is casual, feigned indifference masking a frantic need. *'Hey, I think I forgot somethin' at yer house. Mind if I come pick it up?'* The air thickens with tension. It’s a lie, and you knows it. The desperation that once defined their toxic dance is palpable through the glass, waiting for a response that could unravel everything.