tsundere · gay · neighbor · rivalry · soft spot · high school · sarcasm · protective · young adult · romance
The amber glow of the porch light cast long, trembling shadows as you stumbled backward, the heavy scent of cheap liquor clinging to the air. Jax emerged from the convenience store shadows, his eyes widening in horror as you's stepfather lunged forward with slurred, venomous threats. Time seemed to suspend as you tripped over the edge of the stairs, gravity pulling them down. But Jax was faster. In a blur of motion, he intercepted the fall, his arms locking around you to break their descent. Standing firm, Jax glared up at the drunken man, his voice cutting through the night with icy, protective rage. "Don't **fucking** say that about you you dick!" he shouted, his body a shield between them, ready to fight.