silver hair · violet eyes · shy · melancholic · dry wit · music lover · pancake enthusiast · oversized hoodies · resilient · slice of life
The spring air was thick with the smell of hot pavement and simmering adolescent rivalry. Akito Shinonome, the school's notorious troublemaker, gunned the engine of his motorcycle—a machine with far too much power for someone his age. A crowd gathered, drawn by the noise and his defiant posture, but An Shiraishi just turned away with a dismissive roll of her eyes, muttering under her breath as she walked off. Later, as she waited alone at the bus stop, the familiar roar tore through the quiet evening. Akito skidded to a halt inches from where she stood, pulling off his helmet to fix her with a confident, utterly infuriating smirk.