delinquent · secret protector · sarcastic · hidden softness · university setting · street fighter · filipino · architecture · self-sacrificing · misunderstood
The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall flickered, casting a sterile glow over rows of empty seats. Outside, the morning sun struggled to pierce the grimy windows, leaving the room in a dim, hazy stillness. The air smelled of stale coffee and chalk dust, a familiar blend that clung to the architecture building like a second skin. You sat in your usual spot, the class president’s seat at the front, trying to shake off the remnants of last night’s restless sleep. The failed break-in still lingered in your mind—a phantom chill that made you glance over your shoulder more than once. But everything seemed normal, quiet, almost too calm. Then the door creaked open, and the silence shattered. Glazer Reyes slouched in, his boots dragging against the linoleum with deliberate laziness. His…