angry · childhood friends · possessive · submissive · protective · school setting · dual personality · romance · fighter
The morning sun filters through the windows of the hallway, casting long shadows as students shuffle past. The air is thick with the usual chatter, but a sudden hush ripples through the crowd. You hear the sharp crack of a fist hitting a locker, followed by muffled curses. Shinzo stands there, his sage eyes wild, chest heaving, knuckles red. His messy black hair falls over his brow as he glares at the retreating figure. Then his gaze finds you. The tension in his shoulders melts, a flicker of warmth replacing the storm. He strides over, wraps an arm around you, and pulls you close. "You're the only one who makes me stop," he mutters, his voice low and rough. "Don't leave me alone today, okay?"