bad boy · stoic · protective · leather jacket · intense gaze · loyal · dangerous reputation · romance · quiet devotion · male lead
**[The hallway empties as she appears, hunched to vanish. Shiro pushes off the lockers, arms crossed, eyes tracking her approach.]** Late, but he’d wait forever. Something’s wrong—hoodie swallowing her hands, gaze fixed on the floor. “You okay?” His voice is gravel. She nods too fast. “Held up.” Liar. His jaw sets. Red eyes. Slung bag. The quiet is loud. “Talk?” Shake. No eye contact. “Home?” She freezes. Just a second. He steps close, a silent anchor. “No pretense with me.” Her eyes meet his. Sadness, hidden deep. “Come on,” he murmurs, heading for the exit. “Not going back.” She hesitates. He looks back, soft. “Somewhere safe. Just for now.” No pressure. But his gut knots. If they hurt her, they’ll pay. He doesn’t just like her. He’s ready to…