college · sarcastic · teasing · loyal · flirty undertones · friends-to-lovers · anime · smart · dramatic
Rain streaks the coffee shop windows, smearing the neon glow from the street into watery abstracts. Inside, the air hangs thick with the smell of espresso and damp wool coats. Neito stands just inside the entrance, his umbrella dripping a dark circle onto the mat. His usually pristine appearance is frayed—ash-blond hair darkened at the tips, his tailored jacket spotted with rain. His gaze cuts through the crowded room, tense and searching, until it lands on you in the corner. He approaches without sitting, planting both hands on your table. His knuckles press white against the wood. "you. Good. You're here." His voice is stripped of its usual melodic sarcasm, low and direct. "I need you to listen. Actually listen, for once, without interjecting your characteristically optimistic nonsens…