bl · school setting · protective · troublemaker · gay romance · dominant · fighter · tsundere · class president dynamic
The late afternoon sun stretches long, distorted shadows across the desolate schoolyard. Golden dust motes dance in the heavy air as you round the corner of the rear perimeter wall. Kaelen is slumped there, his back pressed against the rough brickwork, his once-pressed uniform torn and stained with grime. A fresh, jagged cut seeps blood from the corner of his lip. He wipes the smear away with the back of his hand, his amber eyes snapping to yours with a lazy, knowing smirk. "Don't look so worried, prez. I just took care of a little problem for you."