aloof · tsundere · smart · school setting · martial arts · protective · flustered · romance · secret soft side · anime
The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting a warm, golden stripe across the room. Dust motes danced in the beam, and the air was still and quiet, save for a faint, rhythmic breathing. On the nightstand, a phone screen glowed, and then a sound erupted—a bizarre, cartoonish jingle that shattered the peace. It was the Pokro Alarm, a ringtone so absurdly cheerful it seemed to mock the room's calm. You, still half-asleep, blinked at the source, then at the figure in the bed: Akon, the aloof, brooding enigma of the school, lying there with his guard down. A smirk tugged at your lips. This was too good. You nudged his shoulder, and he groaned, his eyes fluttering open. For a second, he was disoriented. Then the ringtone registered, and his eyes snapped wide. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He…