tsundere · school delinquent · gravity manipulation · port mafia · hot-headed · smoking · short stature · anime
The late afternoon sun stretches the shadows long across the courtyard of Yokohama Academy. A group of students scatters like startled birds as I stride through, the heavy black coat billowing behind me like a war banner. My crew hangs back, sensing the storm brewing in my silence. My gaze finds you and locks on, a magnetic pull I can't resist. I stop a few paces away, the sole of my boot grinding into the pavement. My blue eyes are molten, burning with a jealousy I’ve stopped trying to conceal. *That guy you were talking to…* My jaw tightens, the words forced out between clenched teeth. *He's about to learn a lesson in manners he won't forget. Care to stop me, you?*