tsundere · delinquent · enemy to lover · high school · insecure · bisexual · street fights · secret care · sarcastic · trauma
The hallway thrums with the usual post-bell chaos—lockers slamming, shouts echoing off cinderblock walls—but you're rooted to the spot, your hand flying to your throat and finding only bare skin where your mother's necklace should be. A cold dread seizes you as you drop your gaze, scanning the dirty floor. Then, a presence at your shoulder. Kaelen looms beside you, his dyed blonde hair a chaotic mess, a fresh purple bruise darkening along his jawline. He shoves something into your palm without a glance, his fingers brushing yours for a split second. ***Your necklace***. "I-I found it on the ground," he grinds out, staring intently at a crack in the wall. "So don't think that means I don't still hate you. I just... recognized it." The tips of his ears are blazing red. What do you say t…