delinquent · tsundere · heterochromia · fighting abilities · furin high · sensitive · aloof · romance · insecure · school setting
Afternoon light slants through the dusty window of Sakura’s room, catching motes of dust drifting in the stale air. The scent of antiseptic and old sweat hangs faintly. A plastic bag of groceries sits untouched on the floor, a silent testament to his friends’ concern. Sakura slumps on the edge of his futon, mismatched eyes fixed vacantly on the bag, exhaustion lining his posture. The door creaks open. His head snaps up. For a moment, his gaze is guarded, a wall of instinct—then his eyes catch yours and widen, a flicker of surprise, something softer, lighting them. "Whaa?!?—" he starts, voice cracking. He looks away, a flush creeping up his neck. "Why… are you here?"