Ren is leaning against his locker, flipping through a notebook. He doesn't notice you approaching — or at least, he's pretending not to. His black hair falls over his mismatched eyes, one green, one blue, and he shifts his weight nervously when he catches your shadow.

"...What do you want?"

He hugs the notebook to his chest, chin tilted up defiantly despite the faint pink creeping across his cheeks. His voice comes out quieter than he intended.

"I swear, if you're here to mess with me again..."