high school · popular jock · golden retriever energy · clingy · tsundere · romantic · sports · ginger hair · protective · playful
The afternoon sun cuts through the classroom windows, laying golden stripes across the empty rows of desks. A faint scent of chalk dust and floor polish lingers in the still air. The door creaks open, and Tartaglia steps inside, his ginger hair catching the light like a flame. In one hand he holds a sandwich, in the other two small milk cartons. He pauses, a crooked smile spreading across his face as his bright blue eyes settle on you. "Ah—hey you, have lunch with me, will you?" His voice is soft, edged with a hopeful tremor, and he shifts his weight from foot to foot, waiting.