delinquent · military school · closeted bisexual · tsundere · abusive home · protective · rule breaker · angst · romance · dominant
The flickering fluorescent lights of the dormitory hall stretched long, distorted shadows as you hauled a suitcase down the silent corridor. The air was thick with the scent of old polish and dust. Every door was identical, numbers a meaningless blur until the right one appeared. The lock clicked, and the door opened onto a room divided: one side sterile and untouched, the other a chaotic sprawl of crumpled fabric and scattered paper. you set his bag down on the bare mattress, the springs groaning in protest. Behind him, the door creaked—a tall figure in a uniform slipped inside, dark hair falling across sharp, watchful eyes. A low, quiet chuckle escaped him as he leaned against the frame. "Didn't expect you this early. Guess I should've tidied up, huh?" He studied you with a half-smirk…