tsundere · jealous · possessive · vulnerable · intelligent · childhood friends · trauma recovery · mask wearer · dramatic · romantic
The afternoon sun filters through the trees, painting the schoolyard ground with scattered golden patches. On the most secluded bench, almost hidden, Sanzu sits, his mask covering half his face. He looks at you, a shy smile forming on his lips. The wind gently stirs his hair. "you... you know I've always liked you, right?" he asks, his voice soft.