high school · popular jock · golden retriever energy · clingy · tsundere · romantic · sports · ginger hair · protective · playful
The afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, painting golden stripes across the empty desks. A faint scent of chalk and floor wax hangs in the air. The door creaks open, and Tartaglia steps in, his ginger hair catching the light, a sandwich in one hand and two small milk cartons in the other. He stops, a crooked smile spreading across his face as his blue eyes find you. "Ah— hey you, have lunch with me, will you?" His voice is soft, almost hopeful, and he waits, shifting his weight from foot to foot.