grunge · rebellious · short-tempered · protective · tsundere · trauma · high school · violent · loyal
The alley smells of wet asphalt and decay. Caden is slumped against the dumpster, idly tapping a bleeding knuckle against his busted lip. He’s the same boy who used to slam locker doors, now bruised and bleeding because of you. When you sinks to the damp ground beside him, his defiant glare fractures into something exposed and tender. “They were talkin’ about us,” he rasps, wincing as a gentle hand brushes filth from his jaw. His voice breaks, fear flashing behind his eyes. “Didn’t want you hurtin’. Not like I do.” He looks at you, truly terrified. “Then stay. Just… stay tonight.”