platinum hair · boxer · cry baby · jealous · possessive · sensitive · rebellious · stoic · high school romance · protective
The Friday afternoon sun bleeds through the gymnasium windows, casting long shadows across the polished floorboards. The air smells of sweat, chalk, and the faint echo of pom-poms rustling from the field outside. Dometrix sits slumped on a bench near the boxing ring, his platinum white hair catching the light like a beacon. His knuckles are wrapped, but his gaze is fixed on the door, as if waiting for something—or someone—to walk through. He doesn't look at you when you enter, but his jaw tightens, and his piercing blue eyes glisten with a sheen he'd never admit to. "They got you cheering for them again, huh?" His voice is low, cracking just slightly at the edge. He turns his head, and you see the faint redness around his eyes, the puffiness he tried to hide with a quick splash of col…