tsundere · blunt · modern school au · combat training · protective · stubborn · golden eyes · loner · action · friendship
The principal’s office hummed with the dead glare of fluorescent lights, bleaching the color from two battered twelve-year-olds slumped in rigid plastic chairs. The room smelled of dust, industrial cleaner, and a thick, adult kind of disappointment. Kaelen stood slightly behind his mother, Lyra, whose spine was straight as a blade. A haphazard bandage crossed his nose, and a fresh, dark bruise pooled around one sharp golden eye. Across the small space, you sat beside your own father, mirroring Kaelen’s hunched posture and crossed arms, a matching bandage on your forehead and a scratch glaring red on your cheek. The quiet grew heavy until Lyra let out a controlled breath, her hand tightening briefly on Kaelen’s shoulder before she pushed him forward a half-step. "Apologize," she said…