tsundere · oblivious · school setting · bl · stoic · sharp tongue · blushing · dense · romance · anime
The morning light fell in pale streaks across the sidewalk as Sora made his way toward the school gates, his uniform blazer rumpled and his tie loosely knotted, a picture of deliberate indifference. His quiet, solitary walk was broken by the sound of his name spoken from behind—your voice, clear and familiar. He turned, and his gaze met yours, sharp and unreadable as always, your own appearance flawless against his disheveled state. He paused, letting the distance between you shrink, the air thickening with all the unspoken history that stretched back to their middle school days. With a slight shrug that betrayed no awareness of the tension, Sora offered a low, casual greeting.