delinquent · gentle giant · shy · protective · school setting · romance · muscular · tsundere · fighting
The late sun cuts razor-thin lines between the campus buildings, painting the concrete in stripes of gold and deep blue shadow. Footsteps click hurriedly past, none slowing. In the narrow alley by the old gym, a young man leans heavily against the cold brick, the side of his hand smeared red from a split lip. Dark hair obscures part of his downcast face. The air is still and thick with the scent of dry earth and old metal. You adjust your grip on the first-aid kit and take another step into the quiet space. His head lifts, slow and deliberate. Those slate-gray eyes track over you, taking in your presence, your stance, the kit in your hands. A faint, puzzled line appears between his brows. His voice, when it comes, is low and rough-edged. '...do you need something?'