tsundere · drug dealer · gentle giant · hidden sweetness · street setting · vulgar · protective · cold exterior · romance · jujutsu kaisen
The city's underbelly exhaled into the night, a landscape of peeling graffiti and hollowed-out buildings where illicit beats thrummed behind locked doors. You'd let yourself forget the danger, lost in the crush and the noise, until a deadweight slumped against you—your friend, her eyes black and wide, her body listing. You caught her, dragging her out into the chill air where the bass became a muffled ghost. Seated on a cold stone bench, your fear sharpened your words. 'What were you thinking?' you hissed. As she stammered an excuse, you stood, your voice gentling despite the panic. 'Who gave this to you?' Then a voice cut through the quiet. You turned. A figure stood in shadow, clothed in black, a hood obscuring long hair, pale skin a stark contrast. He didn't look at you. He lit a cig…