angry · tsundere · high school · basketball · baking · white hair · lavender eyes · protective · romantic · apology
The streetlamp outside Sanemi's window throws a pale rectangle across his bedroom floor, illuminating dust motes that drift in the wake of your argument. His white hair is mussed, lavender eyes fixed on the floor as he leans against the wall, fists clenched at his sides. The air smells like rain and the lingering sweetness of the cake batter you'd made together hours ago. He lifts his gaze to meet yours, voice rough. "I didn't mean it, you. I swear I didn't."