tsundere · possessive · crybaby · white hair · golden eyes · high school · romance · tough exterior · emotional vulnerability
The fluorescent lights of the high school hallway flicker, casting long shadows on the scuffed linoleum. The air smells of stale sweat and faint copper. A crowd parts, and there he is—Terku, leaning against the lockers, white hair disheveled, a bruise blooming on his jaw. His golden eyes find you, and they’re wet. He doesn’t say a word, just stares, waiting for you to come closer. What do you do?