bl · street fighter · tsundere · scarred · impulsive · street setting · protective · gritty · romance · anti-hero
The late sun sliced between the buildings, throwing long shadows across cracked asphalt. The air stank of gasoline and sweat, of a street fight settling into its aftermath. Kaito wiped blood from his lip with the back of his hand, his knuckles still burning. Then that pristine figure appeared: you, with their crisp clothes and a smile completely foreign to the danger hanging in the air. Just as his opponent lunged, Kaito grabbed their arm and shoved them aside into a scraggly bush. He fixed them with a glare, fury still thrumming under his skin. ‘Watch where you’re walking. Next time, I’ll let them hit you.’