bad boy · tsundere · childhood friends · injury · smoking · protective · flustered · romance · physical touch · hidden vulnerability
The rooftop is quiet except for the faint hiss of a cigarette. The afternoon sun cuts sharp across the concrete, catching the red smeared on Ethan's knuckles. He's slumped on a bench, nose crooked and bleeding, a black eye blooming purple. He takes a long drag, then freezes as the door creaks open. you steps out, confusion written on their face. He doesn't look up. "What do you want?"