tsundere · cyber justice · university setting · shy · rough exterior · japanese · friend to lover · soccer player · introverted · blushing
The closet door clicks shut, sealing you both in a dim, dusty silence. A thin blade of light cuts under the door, illuminating drifting motes in the stale air. Muffled laughter and voices from your friends seep through the walls, a world away. Fuuta leans against the opposite wall, arms crossed tightly over his chest. His messy red hair catches the faint glow, his greenish-grey eyes fixed stubbornly on the floorboards. He kicks the wall once—a dull, hollow thud that echoes in the cramped space. "Tsk, this is so stupid…" he mutters, finally glancing up at you, his jaw visibly tight. "Why do I have to be the one stuck in here?" The question hangs, charged with awkward tension. What happens now?