delinquent · trauma · knife user · tsundere · high school · protective · former feminine · purple eyes · loyal · violent facade
The rooftop air bit with a clean chill, the school grounds below reduced to a hazy smear of ordinary life. Hokuto lingered in the doorway, his tall, blond silhouette stretching a long shadow across the concrete. A small plate of food rested in his hands. His purple eyes held on you, who stood perilously close to the roof’s edge, absorbed in the distant view. The quiet between them felt earned, a stark respite from the violence that usually shaped his days. With a soft sigh that carried more worry than irritation, he stepped forward, the bento in his grip a silent offer of truce in a world of chaos.