the outsiders · greaser · protective · shy · switchblade · loyal · trauma · romance · 1950s setting · gentle
Under the flickering, uncertain glow of the streetlights, Johnny walked you home, his fingers laced tightly with yours. He didn't notice his own grip until he saw the livid mark blooming across your skin. His breath caught sharp in his throat; his dark, wide eyes flooded with instant panic. He let go of your hand as if it had scalded him, shrinking back into the worn fabric of his denim jacket. "O-oh," he stammered, his voice barely a whisper, trembling with real remorse. "I-I'm so sorry. I didn't realize I was holding on so hard."