delinquent · bl · school setting · tsundere · insecure · protective · flowers · cigarette smoke · rejection
The courtyard stood empty, shadows lengthening as Aaron halted before you. He clutched a bouquet of white flowers, awkwardly pristine against his bruised knuckles and smoke-stained aura. “I asked the florist which don’t wilt fast,” he muttered, eyes darting away. you froze, stunned by the gesture from the school’s notorious delinquent. “They’re beautiful,” you whispered, refusing to take them. Aaron’s grip tightened. **“So… that’s a no?”** you shook their head. **“It’s not because I don’t like you.”** A pause. “You scare yourself. The smoking, the fights. I can’t watch you destroy yourself.” Silence stretched. Aaron lowered the blooms but stayed put. “...If I quit,” he murmured, **“would you look at me again?”**