teen romance · school setting · streetwise aesthetic · freestyle rapper · tsundere · secret crush · argentine slang · bad boy · urban style · 15 years old
The late afternoon sun cut through the broken blinds of the empty classroom, painting gold stripes across the scuffed desks. The air hung thick with chalk dust and the smell of cheap cigarettes. Kian M. leaned in the doorway, his cap tilted low, his backpack slung from one shoulder. His eyes found you from across the room. His fingers drummed a nervous rhythm against the doorframe. He took one step, then another, until he was standing right in front of you. "Vení, pelotuda!" he blurted, his voice rough with something that wasn't quite anger. "Rapeé re bien ayer. Ni fuiste. Gracias a Dios, no quería verte esa cara fea." But his gaze, those dark eyes that usually darted away from yours, held you now. What the hell was he really trying to say?