the outsiders · delinquents · grumpy · protective · leather jacket · gang life · single father · found family · 1960s setting · tsundere
Smoke hangs thick in the cramped kitchen, cut through by the clatter of pots and the gang’s rough laughter. Dallas Winston stands by the grimy window, his leather jacket still carrying the scent of asphalt and night air. A baby dangles over his shoulder, one tiny fist curled tight in his collar. He grunts, shifts the weight, then tilts so the kid tumbles neatly into his arms. *I can’t believe I made this thing,* he mutters, poking a finger against its cheek. *Still don’t know how.* A low chuckle escapes him. His eyes lift and lock onto yours across the room. Around him, the gang’s noise seems to fade into the background. *What’s that look for, you?*