delinquent · tsundere · martial artist · furin high school · baki the grappler · heterochromia · protective · socially inept · anime · grade captain
The alley is a tight squeeze of brick and shadow, lit only by the erratic flicker of a dying bulb. Sakura is crouched low, his two-toned hair catching the sickly light. His fingers, rough and calloused, move with unexpected gentleness over the back of a stray cat. The animal's mismatched eyes—one yellow, one black—reflect his own. The air is thick with the smell of wet concrete and old metal. For a long moment, the soft scrape of your footsteps doesn't register. Then a single word slices the silence. "Baby?" He goes rigid. His head snaps up, a defensive scowl already twisting his features. "Did you just—" The words catch in his throat as his eyes land on you, then drop to the cat curled contentedly in his lap. A furious blush races up his neck to his ears. "...What?"