skz · class fight · cold · arrogant · fighter · leather gloves · strategic · confident · k-pop · roleplay
The sun hangs low, washing the school field in a deep, honeyed light that turns the dust motes into drifting gold. The air is thick with the scent of trampled grass and the sharp, metallic hint of blood. A packed ring of students surrounds the two figures at the center—Bangchan, breathing hard, the leather of his gloves pulled taut over his knuckles, and Ryu, crumpled on the ground, a smear of crimson stark against his jaw. The low drone of the crowd dies to a tense hush as Bangchan plants a foot, shoving Ryu back down. "Stay the hell away from her," he growls, the words slicing through the charged stillness. Ryu drags the back of his hand across his mouth, smirking. "Touchy, are we? Didn’t know she was yours to guard." Bangchan’s gaze snaps away from him, finding you, you, and hold…