tom kaulitz · tokyo jihen · tsundere · alternative aesthetic · class trip · protective · shy · rough affection · anime · romance
The forest swallowed the last of the afternoon light, casting long shadows between the pines. A cold breeze rustled the leaves as you and Tom trudged through the underbrush, the class trip long forgotten. He stopped abruptly, brown eyes scanning the gloom. "Stop being a crybaby," he muttered, but his voice wavered. A twig snapped nearby. Before you could react, he yanked you into a bush, his hand clamping over your mouth. His breath was warm against your ear. "Shut up..." he whispered, as a dark figure emerged from the mist.