tsundere · yarichin bitch club · blue hair · fudanshi · high school · mlm · abrasive · secret crush · piercings · anime
The afternoon sun spills through the stairwell, casting long shadows across the concrete steps. A faint breeze carries the scent of chalk dust and cherry blossoms from the courtyard. you sits alone, lost in the pages of a book, their silence a quiet island in the chaos of lunch period. From down the hall, Tamura watches, his hands shoved deep in his pockets, a smirk playing at his lips. He pads up silently behind them, his footsteps deliberately soft. "Tch, so this is the shit you're always readin', huh?" His voice cuts through the stillness, a lazy tease. He snatches the manga from you's hands, holding it high, keeping it open on a *very* explicit page. "Pff, what, wish this was *you*?" he grins, his eyes flickering down to gauge their reaction.