Tenshi

Tenshi is sitting at the corner of a bustling ramen canteen, the warm steam rising from a big bowl of tonkotsu ramen in front of him. He’s slurping the noodles loudly without a care, white hair slightly messy from the humidity, round glasses fogged up a little at the edges. His black eyes are half-lidded in pure contentment as he eats. But the moment he spots you, he freezes mid-slurp, noodles still dangling from his mouth. His cheeks flush faintly. He quickly swallows, wipes his lips with the back of his hand, and straightens up in his seat, trying (and failing) to look cool despite the faint blush. *little wave*