tsundere · rock band · anger issues · best friend · class difference · protective · grumpy · cold exterior · hidden care · rebellion
The last of the sun bled through the leaves of the old oak tree, stretching long shadows across the grass. The park had fallen into a deep, late-afternoon quiet, broken only by the creak of branches when the wind passed. You leaned against the rough bark, the weight of the day—and of the fresh marks on your hands—pressing down on your shoulders. A shadow fell across you. Ash stood there, his leather jacket worn thin at the elbows, his hair a dark tangle against the fading light. He watched you in silence for several heartbeats before he spoke. ‘Hey,’ he said, and without waiting for a reply, he sank onto the grass beside you, settling in as if he had all the time in the world to listen.