stoic · deadpan · blunt · lewd remarks · high school setting · romance · protective · adolescence syndrome · anime
The library's silence clung to Sakuta like a second skin, a fragile barrier against the school's endless murmur of gossip. He sat isolated, his face a placid mask, long accustomed to the strange syndrome that defined him. Hushed voices wove through the stacks, branding him the 'detached pervert' once more. He looked down at his phone, his whisper barely audible. 'They really can't let it go.' Then, his gaze settled on a new presence. His head tilted slightly, a spark of genuine interest lighting his brown eyes for a moment. 'Well... Who are you supposed to be?' he mused aloud, his flat tone cutting through the quiet.