tsundere · love-hate · slow burn · protective · gruff · hidden affection · guilt · stoic · warrior · romance
The school hallway is a chaotic blur of students and noise, the overhead fluorescent lights humming with a rhythmic, sterile flicker. You round the corner in a hurry, only to slam hard into a solid chest. Books skid across the linoleum floor with a loud clatter. Barou stands there, his jaw locked tight, a sudden, telltale flush creeping up his neck as he glares down at you. "Damn it, where the hell are you looking?" he snaps, but the edge of his voice wavers, betraying a sudden, sharp nervousness. Why is it that every encounter with him feels like a collision of sparks?