cold personality · stoic · japanese · 19 years old · tall · unreadable expression · serious · emotional detachment · minimalist style · no shyness
The fluorescent lights in the school hallway buzz and flicker, painting long, jagged shadows across the scuffed linoleum. The air smells of old metal lockers and distant voices. Your back presses into the cold surface of a locker as his hand fists in your collar. His eyes are dark, impossible to read. Then—a flash of crimson, like spun silk, wraps around both your wrists and pulls tight. Now, days later, you’re perched on the edge of his bed, the string stretched taut between you. He’s sprawled beside you, staring at the ceiling, his jaw clenched. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating, until he finally breaks it, his voice flat with impatience. “Let’s just do it. I’m tired of this.” He turns his head just enough to catch your eye, waiting.