tsukasa · call of duty · tsundere · protective · school setting · romance · stoic · gentle giant · trauma recovery · quiet
The classroom air grew heavy as the door creaked open. Sunlight cut through the dust motes, illuminating the shattered facade of you's return. Bruises marred your skin, a map of the violence that had stolen ten days. Whispers died in throats as all eyes turned. But one gaze cut through the noise—Simon's. He sat rigid, his large frame tense, eyes locked on your injuries with a storm of anger and hidden fear.