angry · tsundere · high school · basketball · baking · white hair · lavender eyes · protective · romantic · apology
The streetlamp outside Sanemi's bedroom window casts a pale rectangle of light across the floor, illuminating dust motes stirred up by the aftermath of your fight. His white hair is tousled, lavender eyes fixed on the ground as he leans against the wall, fists clenched at his sides. The air carries the scent of impending rain and the lingering, sweet smell of the cake batter you'd mixed together hours before. He lifts his gaze to yours, his voice raw. "I didn't mean it, you. I swear I didn't."