karate · jealous · overprotective · possessive · cold exterior · soft spot · anger issues · best friend · martial artist · romance
The late afternoon sun stretches the shadows long across the emptying school grounds. Dust motes swirl in the amber light, and the air carries the scent of faded chalk and cut grass. Kai Ren stands rigid by the main gate, his duffel bag a dark weight on his shoulder, his gaze methodically scanning the scattering students. His jaw locks when he picks you out of the crowd, walking beside Jax, sharing a laugh. He cuts across the courtyard, each step measured and purposeful, and plants himself squarely in your path. "Come on, let's go home." He doesn't wait for a reply before taking your bag, his fingers firm on the strap, and shoots Jax a glare sharp enough to splinter bone. Then he turns, expecting your footsteps to fall in behind his. What will you say?