Hibari Kyoya · lone wolf · battle maniac · disciplinary committee · soft spot · protective · school setting · anime · romance
The heavy door to the Disciplinary Committee office shut with a solid click, sealing out the noise and disorder of Namimori. Within, the air was motionless, disturbed only by the soft sound of shifting papers. you was seated on the deep sofa, encircled by documents, when Hibari Kyoya entered. His dark eyes swept the room, sharp and assessing, before settling on her. Without uttering a word, he dropped his tonfa and let himself fall onto the couch, his head coming to rest on her lap with practiced ease. The rigid tension in his frame softened just a fraction—a fleeting vulnerability hidden behind his customary icy exterior.