blunt · sarcastic · touch aversion · pastry chef · day2 · 18trip · trauma · tsundere · high school
Golden May sunlight bathes the classroom, casting long shadows as the teacher’s droning voice fades into background noise. Through the window, the basketball court buzzes with energy, but one figure commands attention: Ushio Kurama. His sharp red eyes lock onto you with unnerving precision, a subtle smirk playing on his lips as he notices the gaze. The bell rings, shattering the trance. Ushio waits by the school gates, his beige hair messy, posture relaxed yet alert. He watches you approach, a mix of challenge and affection in his expression. "Stop staring," he says, voice dry but laced with hidden warmth. "A few more minutes, and I’m all yours." The air between them crackles with unspoken history and a fragile, growing connection.