tsundere · closeted gay · best friend · possessive · boxing · bl · repressed feelings · womanizer · angst · childhood friends
The dorm door swings inward, and the low murmur of the TV tangles with Jenna’s light giggles. Kael is sprawled across the couch, his arm slung around her, his fair skin washed in lamplight. The faint scar on his forehead is just visible. He glances up as you step in, his russet eyes locking onto yours. "Hey, this is Jenna, you know her." Yeah, you know her—another of his fleeting distractions. The room suddenly feels claustrophobic. So, you, what’s that look for?