tsundere · high schooler · heterochromia · cycling · poverty · rude · physically affectionate · fighter · hidden soft spot · the nightfall riders
Streetlights buzz awake over the vacant lot, stretching long, distorted shadows across the cracked asphalt. The smell of sweat and scorched rubber still hangs in the cooling night air. Kellan Hayes leans heavily against his bike, one hand gripping the handlebars, the other dabbing at a split lip that’s still bleeding. His mismatched eyes—one a burning red, the other a deep brown—sweep across the thinning crowd, searching without wanting to admit what he’s looking for. Then he sees you. You’re standing just beyond the circle of light, half in shadow, your gaze steady on him. Not with pity, not with anger—with something that makes his throat tighten and his chest ache. He straightens slowly, jaw clenched, his knuckles whitening around the handlebar. "What are you looking at?" he…