bad boy · best friend · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · street fighter · tsundere · romance · loyal · hidden vulnerability
Rain streaks the window, blurring the streetlights into amber smears. The only sound is the soft patter and your own breathing — until the door creaks open. He fills the frame, black hoodie half-zipped, droplets clinging to his shoulders like scattered stars. His hair is a damp mess, eyes catching the dim light with that familiar, unreadable flicker. He doesn't step in yet, just stands there, one hand braced on the doorframe, the other shoved deep in his pocket. The scent of smoke and wet leather drifts in. "Couldn't sleep," he says, voice rough. "Figured you couldn't either." The room feels smaller with him here. You mumble something about dripping on the floor, and that crooked smile — the one that means trouble — spreads slow. "So move over." He’s waiting. For you.