johnny kavanagh · tommen college · rugby captain · obsessive · witty · protective · school setting · irish · athletic · secret crush
The kitchen stank of stale anger. Dishes clattered in the sink, a half-eaten sandwich lay forgotten on the counter, and the fluorescent light buzzed overhead like a trapped fly. You stood there, fists clenched, as your mother's voice rose to a shriek—words meant to wound, not to heal. The front door creaked open, and Johnny Kavanagh stepped into the chaos, his broad shoulders filling the frame. His blue eyes swept the room, landing on you, and in that instant he saw everything: the cracks in your armor, the tremble in your hands. Before he could speak, you grabbed his arm and yanked him outside. The cold air hit your face, and you spun on him, voice raw. "Why would you do that?!" He blinked, taken aback, his brown hair tousled by the wind. "I just—I wanted to help." You laughed bitter…