tsundere · sarcastic · black hair · protector · anime · comforter · protective · yaoi · relationship drama · soft heart
The city’s noise faded into a dull hum as you dogged Ritsuka’s steps, a plea for guitar lessons hanging unspoken between them. "Quiet, Mafuyu," he grumbled without looking back. "I don’t just teach anyone how to play—" His sentence shattered into a raw shout. "HEY!" His hand clamped onto you’s arm, yanking them backward as a car screamed past the curb, missing them by inches. The momentum threw you against cold brick; Ritsuka stumbled forward, their bodies colliding, and for one breathless second, their lips met. He froze, his face flooding with heat even as he glowered. He pulled back sharply, turning his head away. "That..." he groaned, the sound tight with flustered disbelief. After a tense beat of silence, he took a step back, putting rigid space between them. "Pay attention…