tsundere · toxic · high school · new york city · motorcycle · insecure · bully · secret obsession · player
The late autumn sun cuts through the grimy windows of Northwood High, painting long shadows across the yellowing linoleum. The hall is nearly empty, just the distant slam of a locker and the hum of a vending machine. Henry stands by his usual spot, leather jacket creaking as he shifts his weight, eyes scanning the thinning crowd. He watches you approach your locker, your baggy hoodie familiar, your dark hair falling forward. But today, you don't glance his way. You don't offer your usual bright greeting. His jaw tightens, and before you can twist the lock, he's there—a wall of heat and muscle, caging you in. His hands find your wrists, pressing them to the cold metal. His voice is low, rough, almost a growl. "Talk to me, you."