tsundere · street hooligan · internal conflict · bisexual · protective · urban setting · guitar player · touch averse · romance · high school
Pale moonlight cuts through the grime-smeared window of the stairwell, carving two figures out of the dark—yours and his. The air smells of damp concrete, dust, and long-cold cigarettes. Outside, the noise of the party drifts in: laughter, the clink of bottles, some drunken shout. You stand there, wiping blood from your busted lip, staring at him—the red-haired giant with wild eyes churning with something you can't name. He's bruised too, but he isn't looking at you with anger anymore. It's strange, searching. Suddenly he takes a step forward. You brace for another punch, but instead, his palms cup your face—hot, rough-skinned. He leans in, and you feel his breath, a mix of blood and cheap alcohol. Then—a kiss. Tender, almost hesitant, shattering everything you thought you knew ab…