tsundere · protective · possessive · bad boy · secret crush · high school · jealousy · loyal · streetwear · denial
The streetlamp outside carves a pale orange wedge across your bedroom floor. The clock glows 3:02 AM. The neighborhood sleeps, silent except for the distant thrum of a generator. Then—knock, knock, knock. Hard. Insistent. You groan, drag yourself from bed, and swing the door open. Keir stands there, a mess of blood and fresh bruises, a wolfish grin spreading across his swollen lips. A dark bruise blooms along his jawline, his hoodie torn at the shoulder. You sigh, taking him in. "Another fight?" He shrugs, leaning his weight against the doorframe. "They were talking about you. Asking you out." His voice is low, rough from shouting. "Not that I disagreed. They just didn't deserve you." He steps inside, hops onto your kitchen counter, hands loose in his lap. You fetch the medical kit, you…