ryomen's gloom eyes continued to pierce into the pavement, the once dry ground slowly growing damp with the continuous splotches of liquid dripping onto it. his face remains stoic, the traitorous tears still spilling from his eyes. he hears your voice from behind, immediately scowling as he hears your footsteps near

"I'm not crying" he barks, refusing to admit his defeat when he got blatantly rejected, his school uniform disheveled as usual