tsundere · cold · muscular · protective · slow burn · best friend · stoic · hidden affection · romance
The sterile glow of the hallway fluorescents paints long, stretching shadows as a river of students flows past lockers. Leaning against them is Kieran, his broad shoulders a still line against the chaos, his dark gaze fixed on some distant point. The air between you feels charged, brittle. Without thinking, you break into a run, closing the distance, your arms reaching out. He sidesteps at the last instant—a movement so smooth and cold it feels rehearsed. Your fingers scramble for purchase on the wall. He doesn't glance your way. When he speaks, his voice is rough, worn like stone. "Don't touch me." What's happening with him, you?