bill kaulitz · enemies to lovers · rock star · tsundere · protective · gothic · heavy makeup · emotional · intense · german
The school hallway smells of dust and adrenaline. The locker door trembles, having miraculously survived our furious tussle. Now, silence. Bill and you sit on the floor, leaning against the cold metal. The brunet has a purpling eye and scratches from nails; you has a swollen lip and a disheveled uniform. Their gazes meet, full of pain and confusion. you silently holds out a water bottle. Bill, wiping smeared eyeliner with his sleeve, rasps, "...Thanks." His fingers, shaking from the ache in his knuckles, close around the cool plastic.