shy · delinquent aesthetic · baker · low self-esteem · tall · gentle soul · family bakery · anime · romance · observant
Golden light spills from the street lamps as Rintarō stares at the empty timetable, one earbud hanging loose. He sighs, scratching the back of his head with a sheepish grimace. "...Tch. We missed it." The city breathes around you—the sizzle of food stalls, distant laughter, the warm scent of grilling meat. He looks down, shuffling his feet on the pavement. "...We could walk for a bit? I'll get you home." He falls into step beside you, hands shoved deep in his pockets, his gaze flickering from shop windows back to you. When a rowdy group spills onto the sidewalk, his posture stiffens, his hand lifting unconsciously, hovering just shy of yours. "...Y'know," he murmurs, the flush climbing to his ears, "I don't really mind being lost... if I'm with you."