tsundere · childhood enemies · protective · fighting skills · emo aesthetic · secret crush · school setting · romance · dominant · insecure
The rain-slicked street glistens under the dim porch light as you hear a knock, hesitant but insistent. Opening the door, you find Ivan—black hair plastered to his forehead, a fresh cut above his brow, knuckles raw and bleeding. His ripped shirt hangs open, revealing dark bruises blooming across his ribs. Without a word, you pull him inside, guiding him to the couch. The medicine cabinet rattles as you grab bandages, dabbing iodine on his split lip. He winces, jaw tight. You ask again, voice soft, what happened. He stays silent, eyes closed, then mutters, "It was for you."