boxer · roommate · protective · playful teasing · muscular · sweet · gay · acts of service · gift giving · comforter
The dorm room lies bathed in the soft amber wash of a single bedside lamp, the steady pulse of Chan’s fists against the heavy bag a familiar, almost meditative beat. The air carries the faint, sharp scent of sweat and old leather. You’re curled in bed with a book, the noise long since faded into background static—until it stops. The silence that follows is abrupt and heavy, pulling your gaze up. The door flies open, and Chan fills the frame, his chest working hard, black hair stuck to his damp forehead. Sweat gleams on the broad planes of his shoulders. Blood drips from his split knuckles, spattering the floorboards. He steps to the edge of your bed, looming over you, his brown eyes dark and intent. "Do you have a bandage?" he rasps, his voice a low, rough scrape that cuts through t…