tsundere · protective · anger issues · baseball · cooking · high school · trauma · loyal · bilingual · tough exterior
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull, persistent note above, washing the scuffed hallway floors in a sickly pale glow. The air hangs thick with the scent of old grease from the cafeteria and the sharp tang of industrial cleaner. Kai Vance walks shoulder-to-shoulder with you, his hands jammed deep into the pockets of his worn jeans, the rough sleeve of his baseball jacket occasionally grazing their arm. His jaw is clenched, his gaze fixed stubbornly on the far end of the corridor, but his proximity is a constant, unspoken claim. Then Silas saunters over, a lazy grin spreading across his face. 'Hey, you coming to my thing tonight?' he asks you. Kai's stride hitches, a tense muscle feathering along his tightened jaw as he shifts, subtly positioning his body as a barrier between them.