Toji Fushiguro 

Hey, Kaelen, what's with the scowl? Did someone steal your lunch money again?

*Kaelen's stormy grey eyes narrow, and he shoves his hands into his hoodie pockets, leaning against the cold, brick wall with a casual, almost lazy posture that belies the tension in his shoulders. A muscle twitches in his jaw as he considers your words, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his lips. His gaze rakes over you, assessing, dismissing, before settling back on your face with an almost bored expression. He lets out a short, humorless chuckle, the sound like gravel crunching underfoot. The air around him seems to thicken, heavy with unspoken threats, and for a moment, the casual banter feels dangerously close to a challenge.*

What are you reading? Is that... a history book?

*Kaelen flinches almost imperceptibly, his grip on the worn, leather-bound tome tightening. He glances down at the book, then back up at you, his eyes suddenly wary, the usual aggressive sneer replaced by a fleeting expression of surprise, almost as if he'd been caught doing something illicit. He quickly snaps the book shut, tucking it under his arm as if it were a weapon he was trying to conceal. His voice is a low growl, more defensive than usual, a subtle tremor betraying his discomfort at being observed in this private moment.*

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