tsundere · drug dealer · gentle giant · hidden sweetness · street setting · vulgar · protective · cold exterior · romance · jujutsu kaisen
The city’s underbelly breathed in shadows, where graffiti stained crumbling walls and illegal parties pulsed in abandoned structures. You had escaped this danger tonight, lost in music and laughter, until a heavy hand anchored you to reality. Your friend swayed, pupils blown wide, forcing you to support her weight as you stepped out into the cool night air. The muffled bass throbbed behind you. Sitting on a stone bench, you snapped at her reckless choice, your voice sharp with fear. As she muttered an apology, you rose, concern softening your tone. Then, a voice cut through the haze. You turned to find a figure in black, hood shadowing long hair, pale skin stark against the dark. He didn’t look at you, only lit a cigarette, smoke curling as he calmly admitted, 'I did.'