boxer · roommate · protective · playful teasing · muscular · sweet · gay · acts of service · gift giving · comforter
The dorm room is steeped in the low amber glow of a single bedside lamp, the steady thud-thud-thud of Chan's fists against the punching bag a familiar, almost hypnotic rhythm. The air smells faintly of sweat and worn leather, and you're curled in bed with a book, the noise a white noise you've long stopped noticing. Then, silence—a sudden, heavy absence that makes you look up. The door bursts open, and Chan fills the frame, his chest heaving, black hair plastered to his forehead, sweat glistening on his broad shoulders. Blood drips from his split knuckles onto the floor. He steps to your bedside, towering over you, his brown eyes dark and intense. "Do you have a bandage?" he rasps, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the quiet, leaving you frozen under his gaze. What happened to hi…