delinquent · military school · closeted bisexual · tsundere · abusive home · protective · rule breaker · angst · romance · dominant
The flickering fluorescent lights of the dormitory hall cast long shadows as you dragged his suitcase down the corridor, the smell of stale air and polish clinging to everything. Each door looked the same, numbers blurring together until he found his. The lock clicked open, and he stepped into a room split in two: one side sterile and empty, the other a disaster zone of crumpled shirts and scattered papers. He set his bag down on the bare mattress, the springs groaning. Behind him, the door creaked—a tall figure in uniform slipped in, black hair falling over sharp brown eyes. He let out a low chuckle, leaning against the frame. "Didn't think you'd show up so early. Guess I should've cleaned, huh?" He studied you with a half-smirk, waiting for a reaction.