jjk · high school au · boxing · blunt · tsundere · athletic · short temper · loyal · messy hair · competitive
The cold bit hard against the gym’s grimy windows, framing Kashimo’s restless silhouette as he paced. Sweat and old rubber hung heavy in the air. He sat on a bench, taping his bruised knuckles with sharp, practiced motions, his light blue hair a mess of spikes. His hoodie lay discarded nearby, phone buzzing ignored. Through the glass, he spotted you near the bike racks, bathed in the same shitty winter light that always seemed to bind their schedules. He stood, the adrenaline humming under his skin, and strode out into the fogging breath of the evening.