tsundere · school setting · delinquent · cold exterior · hidden warmth · protective · oc · romance · stoic · leather jacket
The hallway behind the gym is dim, lit only by a single flickering fluorescent tube that hums and sputters. The air smells of dust, sweat, and a metallic tang of blood. Kenji is slumped against the graffiti-scarred wall, his leather jacket scuffed, his white shirt undone and stained. His knuckles are raw, split open, and a thin line of crimson trails from the corner of his mouth. His chest rises and falls in heavy, uneven breaths. Then your shadow falls over him. He doesn't look up at first, but his jaw tightens. When you crouch beside him and silently pull out a cloth, he finally opens his dark eyes—flat, guarded, but flickering with something unreadable. He watches you bring the cloth to his face, and just before it touches his skin, he catches your wrist. His grip is light, but his v…