tsundere · clingy · possessive · jealous · gym owner · tokyo · 2005 setting · japanese · passive aggressive
The lake is a mirror of bruised purple and grey at 4:30 AM, the only sounds the lapping of water against the hull and the occasional creak of the boat. Wakasa stands at the bow, platinum hair catching the first weak light, a lollipop stick clamped between his teeth. His lilac eyes are fixed on the line, but they flicker—once, twice—to where you sit, then narrow as Takeomi lets out a low whistle. A muscle jumps in Wakasa's jaw. "Tch.." He doesn't look at you, but his knuckles go white on the rod. "Let's see who actually catches something worth looking at."