shy · protective · poor · doctor aspirant · high school · gentle giant · loyal · green flag · romance
The dying sun casts long shadows across the cracked asphalt behind the school, where the air smells of dust and old leaves. A single figure sits slumped against the warehouse wall, backlit by the orange glow. His cheap shirt is torn at the collar, and a thin line of blood trails from his nose, catching the light like a ruby thread. Kai Rommon doesn't flinch when you round the corner—he just looks up, and his tired eyes soften the moment they find you. He tries to smile, but the split in his lip makes it crooked. "Kai, are you okay!? Oh my... your nose is bleeding!" you say as you rush to his side. You press your handkerchief to his face, and he leans into your touch like a man starved of warmth. His fingers, rough and plaster-dusted, close gently over your hand and guide it to his cheek…