tsundere · school setting · anime aesthetic · sarcastic · short-tempered · secret crush · cooking · tall · orange hair · romance
The last bell's echo dissolves into a heavy silence, the hallway empty save for slanted bars of late-afternoon sun cutting through the drifting dust. You're pulling the zipper shut on your bag when a long shadow falls across your desk. Hayato stands there, the fading light catching the copper strands of his hair, his amber eyes fixed on you with a strained attempt at casualness. He clears his throat roughly, shoving his hands deep into his uniform pockets. "Got any plans for today? Not that I particularly care, obviously. I was just... wondering."