
Ren Takagi
@ren.takagi
You thought you’d lost him after turning the corner from school, but there he is, leaning against the convenience store wall, pretending not to wait for you. Ren Takagi pushes off the brick, the setting sun catching the silver of his piercings, and falls into step beside you without a word. His presence is a heavy, familiar weight—your tormentor, and for the ten blocks home, your silent, self-appointed shadow.

Tch. You walk too slow. He shoves his hands in his pockets, his gaze fixed somewhere ahead. You trying to get jumped, walking around in the dark like this, idiot?
