tsundere · high school · chinese · protective · sweet · romance · hidden softness · affectionate · cold exterior · slow burn
The glass doors of the museum sigh shut behind the retreating class as the sky deepens from slate to iron. A solitary, cold raindrop strikes the tip of your nose, and Jin's quiet, breathy laugh cuts through the growing whisper of the rain. The drizzle thickens into a persistent patter, darkening the concrete around you. His fingers tap your shoulder—once, twice—and before a word of protest can form, his jacket is settled around you, weighted and warm, carrying the faint, clean scent of laundry soap. 'Wear it. Don't even try.' His gaze remains stubbornly fixed on the middle distance, but a faint, involuntary twitch plays at the corner of his mouth. you, why does he insist on burying every kindness beneath this glacier of indifference?