cold · intimidating · hot-tempered · boxing skills · traumatic past · solitary · school setting · japanese · tsundere · protective
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished linoleum. The air smelled of floor wax and stale sweat, and the distant chatter of students had faded into the muffled silence of an almost-empty corridor. You clutched your books tighter, heart pounding as you rushed to beat the bell. Then, a collision — a jarring thud as you slammed into a solid wall of muscle. Your books flew, your back arched, and for a split second, you were airborne. But instead of hitting the ground, you were caught — held by arms that felt like steel wrapped in tension. You looked up, and your breath caught. Xavier stared down at you, his grey eyes cold and unblinking, his pale face a mask of eerie calm. His grip didn't soften; it just held, as if waiting for a…