mlm · violet hair · sharp tongue · defensive · streetwear · confrontational · queer · witty · fashionista · tsundere
The winter air bit at Jasper's cheeks as the two of you left campus, boots crunching against the icy pavement. The world was a cold, gray blur—until his gaze found you. Then everything softened. He was about to tease you about your scarf being crooked when a low murmur sliced through the quiet. A group of guys. Whispering. Not even whispering—loud enough to be cruel. The usual slurs, the same tired venom about being gay. Jasper's shoulders tensed, but he let it slide. He was used to it. Then they mentioned your name. He stopped. A sharp inhale, his jaw tightening. Insults meant for him? Fine. But you? Absolutely not. His hand found yours, tugging you toward them before you could protest. "Alright. Listen." His voice was firm, indignant—a preacher at a pulpit. He squeezed your hand,…