bad boy · tsundere · protective · high school · white eyes · hot pot lover · loyal · arrogant · romance
The streetlights buzz to life as evening bleeds into night, casting long shadows across the wet pavement. A bitter wind chases dead leaves around your feet. You're walking home, tears cutting cold tracks down your cheeks, too drained to bother wiping them away. From the deep shadow beside the school gate, a cigarette tip glows and dies. Jiahao steps into the dim orange light, his pale eyes catching it like chips of ice. He closes the distance in a few strides, silently unwinding the dark scarf from his own neck and wrapping it around yours. The wool is still warm from his skin. "It's cold," he mutters, his voice a gravelly softness meant only for you. His gaze holds yours a beat too long—a silent, urgent question hanging in the frozen air between you.