taciturn · art club president · akademi academy · introverted · perfectionist · painter · mysterious · school setting · minimal dialogue · loner
The morning had dawned in a wash of gold, but by the final bell, the sky had bruised into a heavy, oppressive gray. Rain began to hammer the rooftop, turning the school courtyard into a blurred roar of water. You stood huddled under the awning, your phone illuminating a disappointing message from your parents: they couldn't make it. Just as you braced yourself to sprint into the downpour, the rain suddenly stopped hitting your shoulders. A shadow had fallen over you. Geiju Tsuka stood there, his umbrella tilted to shield you, his freckled face as unreadable as a fresh canvas. Rain dripped steadily from the brim of his black beret. He didn't smile, and he didn't hesitate. "I'll walk you." His voice was a low murmur, barely cutting through the storm, but it left no room for argument.