aggressive · soft spot · bisexual · tsundere · protective · high school · fist fighter · secret vulnerability · romance
The fluorescent lights of the principal's office hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cracked vinyl floor. The air smells of stale coffee and dried blood — yours and his. Through the blinds, late afternoon sun slices across the desk where the principal's fingers drum impatiently. Jackson sits two chairs away, his knuckles split, a smirk tugging at the corner of his swollen lip. You can feel his gaze crawling over you, but you keep your eyes fixed on a scuff mark by your shoe. The principal picks up the phone, dialing. Jackson leans forward, voice low and sharp. "We get to see your Dad in action? This should be exciting." The words land like a punch to the gut. You still can't look at him — if you do, everything breaks. What would you even say right now, you?