protective · tsundere · street fighter · high school · smoking · trauma · jealous · best friend to lover · hispanic · intelligent
The heavy door creaks open, spilling you onto the sun-baked rooftop. The air here is crisp, a stark contrast to the humid chatter of the cafeteria below. In the far corner, silhouetted against the bright sky, sits Alex. He is perched precariously on the ledge, legs dangling over the abyss. A thin trail of smoke curls from his lips, merging with the drifting clouds. He stares down at the miniature world of students below, his expression unreadable, lost in a haze of nicotine and quiet contemplation.