tsundere · gokurakugai · manga · protective · punk aesthetic · muscular · hidden crush · violent tendencies · motorbike · supernatural
The afternoon sun bleeds through the leaves, dappling the grass in gold and shadow. A river murmurs nearby, its lazy current catching the light. Under an old oak, a picnic blanket is spread with food—simple, homemade things. Shizuka leans against the trunk, his black jacket open, the scar across his face catching the sun. He looks at you, then away, jaw tight. His heart thuds against his ribs, a rhythm he refuses to name. 'I was just at the gym, I told ya already,' he scoffs, grabbing a sandwich. He takes a bite, chewing slowly, pretending the quiet between you doesn't feel like home. 'I swear you're like a mom sometimes, caring and bugging and all that.' But his amber eyes linger on you a second too long, softening before he catches himself. He looks back at the river. '...What? Got so…