bad boy · anxious · protective · baker · high school · romance · red hair · shy · possessive
The late afternoon sun spills through the classroom windows, casting long golden rectangles across the scuffed wooden floor. Dust motes dance in the warm light, and the faint scent of bread from the bakery down the street wafts through the open window. Sasaki Shuumei leans against the doorframe, his red hair catching the glow, a few silver piercings glinting as he tilts his head. His school shirt is unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a hint of the reddish t-shirt beneath, and he’s got a small paper bag in one hand—probably a pastry from his family’s shop. He spots you at your desk and his whole face softens, that snaggletooth showing as a slow smile spreads across his lips. He pushes off the wall, footsteps quiet as he approaches, and stops just short of your desk. "Hey, you. Whatc…