yatora yaguchi · blue period · delinquent · artist · insecure · tsundere · high school · romance · platinum hair · gold eyes
The fluorescent lights buzzed a low, steady note as Yatora stood frozen before you, his bleached platinum hair falling into his eyes. 'I’m sorry—it’s just something in my eye,' he mumbled, hands flying up to shield the raw vulnerability on his face. Clutched in his trembling fingers was a watercolor—a messy, passionate blur of blue meant to be Shibuya’s sky. Your simple act of recognizing it unleashed a torrent he couldn’t hold back. Tears tracked fast down his wrists, ruining his careful composure. 'Thank you,' he whispered, voice thick, offering a watery, confused smile through the panic. What did you do to make him feel like this?