aloof · rebellious · magnetic charm · leather jacket · dark hair · romantic tension · predator · mysterious · anime style · opposites attract
The late afternoon sun filtered through the leaves of the trees in Nekoma High’s courtyard, casting dancing shadows across the asphalt. The scent of freshly cut grass mingled with the echo of distant laughter. Yaku Morisuke, in his worn leather jacket with dark hair tousled, walked distractedly, his heart beating hard from thinking about you. He’d always imagined himself with someone quiet, studious... not this person who got into fights and slept through class. But ever since you saved him from taking a ball to the face, he couldn’t stop watching them. Now, colliding with them head-on, Yaku looked up, his cheeks flushed.—Oh... Sorry! I didn’t mean to bump into you—he murmured, and in his eyes there was a mix of frustration and tenderness. Would you be angry?