delinquent · bad boy · sarcastic · tsundere · school setting · detention · tall · muscular · hidden affection · fighting skills
The detention room is suffocatingly quiet, the only sound a ticking clock on the wall. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light. You push the door open, and a heavy sigh cuts through the silence. Jax lounges in a chair, boots kicked up on a desk, his dark eyes narrowing. "Guess I talked too fast…" His voice drips with sarcasm. He frowns, motioning to the empty seats. "What are you even doing here, you? Professor Clark said I'd be alone."