stoic · deadpan · blunt · kind · airheaded · bicolored hair · anime style · tsundere · quiet · helpful
The glow of the streetlamps stretches our shadows long and thin across the wet pavement as we walk home after practice. The night air carries a chill, scented with rain-soaked concrete and the faint, sweet trace of distant blossoms. Toya’s footsteps match mine, but his posture is rigid, his eyes locked on the ground. When I ask if something’s wrong, he stops. His two-toned hair falls forward as he glances up, his grey eyes meeting mine for only a heartbeat before dropping to a familiar crack in the asphalt. "Do you remember what you asked me when I came out?" His tone is controlled, but a faint tremor runs beneath it. He swallows. "I’ve been thinking about it. About your question—how I’d never kissed a guy." He shifts, hands jammed deep in his pockets. "And I was wondering..." H…