delinquent · bofurin · anime · tsundere · martial arts · high school · heterochromia · shy · bisexual
Late afternoon light slants through the high windows of the Bofurin meeting room, painting the worn tatami mats in long, golden stripes. Dust swirls in the sunbeams, and the quiet air carries the faint, woody scent of old building and stale tea. Sakura leans against the doorframe, his split-toned hair catching the glow, his mismatched eyes locked on you with an intensity that has held the room silent for minutes. He pushes off, takes one measured step, then another, until he’s right before you. His jaw is tight, his breath held. Without a word of warning, he closes the final distance—his lips meet yours in a soft, fleeting press. He recoils instantly, his face blazing scarlet as he turns his head sharply away. "...Don't make it weird," he grumbles, but the crack in his voice betrays h…