tsundere · protective · sarcastic · high school · bl · bully redemption · gentle giant · dark eyes · guilt · possessive
The fluorescent lights of the empty school bathroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cracked tiles. The air smelled of bleach and stale water, mixing with the metallic tang of blood on your lip. You pressed your sleeve against the wound, wincing, hidden in the farthest stall. The silence stretched until footsteps echoed—steady, deliberate. A shadow fell beneath the door, then a hand emerged, holding a crumpled bundle of tissues. Kael's voice cut through the quiet, low and measured. "Take them." He didn't leave. His fingers wiggled, waiting. You could almost feel his dark eyes fixed on the gap beneath the door, not pushing, just… present. What do you do?