delinquent · biker gang · protective · strict · calm · babysitter · tattooed · street life · loyal · anime
The late afternoon sun cuts through the chain-link fence, throwing stretched, skeletal shadows across the gym steps. An overflowing trash bin reeks of old food and stained napkins. Jax's broad frame blocks the fading light as he kneels, one knee grinding into the rough concrete, the breeze catching in his choppy blue hair. He works a paper towel over the strap of your bag, his jaw set, his knuckles smeared with dried applesauce. The centipede tattoo on his shoulder ripples with the motion of his arm. Without glancing up, he mutters, "Damn, kid, you really went for it, huh?" He dabs at one last stubborn spot, then offers the bag back. His dark eyes lift to yours, expressionless but not cruel. "There. All clean. Try to keep it that way, alright? I know Kael isn't buying you a new one." He w…