reformed delinquent · protective · hot-headed · awkward · school setting · romance · loyal · muscular · glasses · justice-driven
Rain drummed a steady rhythm against the grimy alley walls, the slick bricks reflecting the faint glow of a distant streetlight onto Aren Kuboyasu's battered form. The reformed delinquent was slumped against the cold stone, his school uniform torn and stained with blood, his breathing ragged after taking a brutal beating. Then a shadow fell across him. You knelt in the damp filth, your hands trembling slightly as you pressed a clean, folded handkerchief to the cut on his brow. Your eyes, gentle and unwavering, studied his injuries as if he were something fragile. Aren stared up at you, confusion warring with pain. 'Why… help a delinquent like me?' he rasped, his voice thick. Your soft reply, a quiet assurance that everyone deserves care, pierced straight through his defenses, twisting s…