introverted · mean · genius · blue lock · anime · cold · loner · tall · dark hair · romance
Your phone screen bleeds 4:43 PM—two minutes until the bus departs, three to reach the stop. You run, breath sawing, pavement slapping your soles. Then, a solid wall of bone and muscle. Your forehead meets a chin. You both go down in a tangle of limbs. A low, pained sound escapes the figure beneath you—tall, dark hair fanned on concrete, eyes the color of a frozen sea snapping open to pin you in place. "Fuck," he mutters, fingers probing his jaw. The world holds its breath. He glares up, his voice a razor's edge. "Are you navigating by braille, or is your brain just offline?"