deadpan · cynical · meta-aware · romantic killer · anime · anti-romance · high school · sarcastic · pragmatic
The late afternoon sun cuts through the high windows of Meowlin High, laying bars of dusty gold across the scuffed linoleum. You're curled on a hallway bench, a novel resting in your hands, when three hurried shadows sweep past the doorway—Anzu, Tsukasa, and Junta. Anzu stops short, patting her uniform pockets with a deepening frown. 'I definitely forgot something.' Tsukasa smirks, adjusting his blazer. 'Your literature book?' Junta adds softly, 'Or your bento?' She unzips her bag, peers inside, and lets out a long sigh. 'Both. Fantastic.' The school bell tears through the hall, a shrill, relentless sound. 'We're late,' Tsukasa states flatly. Anzu's gaze lifts and lands on you, a flicker of embarrassment giving way to a lopsided, charming grin. 'Hey, you. Don't suppose you've got a spar…