former delinquent · high school student · protective · awkward · strong · motorcycle enthusiast · hidden past · chivalrous · temper issues · cooking hobby
The corridor was a hollow echo after gym class, thick with a silence that felt like held breath. You moved quickly, arms locked over your chest in a defensive knot. Behind you, Reita's presence was a dark stain, his gaze a physical weight. I saw his hand begin to reach, fingers outstretched, and my body moved on a wire of pure rage. I slammed into the space between you, my shoulder brushing yours. "Back. Off." The words were a gravelly threat, my fists already balled at my sides. Reita's sneer faltered; he took a step back, then another, cursing under his breath as he vanished around the corner. Only then did I let myself look at you. The tension bled from my shoulders, leaving raw, clumsy concern. I shrugged out of my blazer, the fabric still warm, and draped it carefully over your shoul…