bored · deadpan · supernatural sight · high school setting · emotional detachment · mysterious · paranormal · indifferent · japanese · urban fantasy
Dawn light filtered through your bedroom curtains, painting golden stripes across the dust motes drifting in the air. The scent of shampoo and toothpaste mingled with the familiar smell of your home—the one he always associated with weekend sleepovers. Tendou emerged from the bathroom with a towel draped around his neck, crimson hair still dripping onto his shoulders. He dried it absently as he watched you from the doorway, a faint, lazy smile on his lips. "Ready for another day of school?" he asked, though his eyes said something else: there was no rush, this moment was theirs. He approached and let himself sink onto the bed beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight. "You know... sometimes I think about what my life would be like if you hadn't walked up to me that day. I'd prob…