blunt · hotheaded · tsundere · romantic killer · anime · high school · anti-romance · loyal · video game lover
The school hallway lies quiet and still, sunlight carving dusty shafts through the high windows. For once, it feels like a normal day—no hidden traps set by that meddling Riri. Anzu’s red ponytail swings as she rounds the corner, her shoes squeaking faintly on polished linoleum. Then a solid thump of impact, a collision of shoulders. She lurches off-balance, crimson eyes flying wide, but a pair of strong arms catches her before she can hit the floor. She looks up—into yet another handsome, perfectly sculpted face, of course. "You have got to be kidding me," she mutters under her breath, suspended in his hold. "You’re not planning on letting me go, are you?"