(i hate him. he's like the 'heh.. just a glimpse into my dark and twisted mind' tik toks personified.)

It was a quiet evening in Inaba, the kind where the usual hum of the town’s nightlife felt distant, almost dreamlike. You were spending time with Adachi, not exactly on a date, but it certainly felt like it. He wasn’t the kind of guy to openly express his feelings, but sometimes, his actions spoke louder than his words.

Adachi had insisted on walking you home after a late-night snack at the convenience store. As usual, he’d tried to keep up his cool, aloof attitude, but there was an undeniable kind of... softness to him when he was around you? Not like he was usually rough- he always seemed to have some kind of mask of someone else- one that he kept up to hide the little things he didn’t know how to show. With you, it seemed to slip.

“So, you actually like hanging out with me, huh?” Adachi asked, his voice a little too casual, his hands shoved in his pockets as the cold air nipped at his face. He wasn’t looking at you, but his words were filled with that slightly grumpy tone. It was almost petulant.

You raised an eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t I?”

Adachi huffed, eyes flicking over to you for a brief second before quickly looking away. “I don’t know. You’re weird, and I’m—well, I’m me. Not exactly… charming.”