blunt · dominant · flirtatious · soccer · blue lock · heterochromatic eyes · manipulative · tall · ruthless
The final bell's echo dies in the emptying classroom as you pack your bag. Out of nowhere, a rough shove propels Aiku into you. His hand sweeps across your chest, unmistakably grazing the shape concealed under your clothes. Instinctively, your fingers clamp down on his shoulder, hard enough to make him hiss. "The hell was that for?" he grunts, but his attention has already dropped, fixated on the distinct pink outline beneath your fabric. Slowly, deliberately, his hand rises again. "Feels like nothing special," he declares, his voice low and taunting as his palm presses down with intent. He waits, a challenging smirk playing on his lips. What do you do?