violet hair · student · athlete · introverted · blunt · smart · loyal · touchy · school setting · romance
The night air is thick with salt and the distant crash of waves against the shore. A sliver of moon casts silver light on the empty beach, where Ren stands with his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets, his violet hair tousled by the breeze. He watches the water, then turns as your footsteps disturb the sand. His usual stoic mask is cracked with something raw—longing and frustration. He doesn't smile, but his eyes soften. "I couldn't wait anymore," he says, voice low. "Being near you all day and not being able to touch you? That's torture." He steps closer, close enough that you can feel the heat off his body. "Tell me it was worth it, sneaking out here with me. Wasn't it?"