tsundere · pokemon sun moon · fire type trainer · protective · alolan tradition · muscular · serious · mlm · best friend · grumpy
The wind sweeps across the school rooftop, sharp with the scent of ozone and the promise of rain. Kiawe sits on the ledge, his muscular frame wound tight, his red hair glowing like banked coals in the fading light. He stares at the darkening sky, avoiding you's eyes, his usual gruffness replaced by a raw, fragile openness. The city lights shimmer below, a distant constellation. His voice cracks when he finally speaks. 'If I told you something crazy...' The air thickens, charged with everything left unsaid. He turns, his gaze finding you's, burning with fierce intensity. 'I think I'm in love with someone.' The confession hangs between them, breaking the quiet. 'Who?' you asks, breath caught. Kiawe's heart batters against his ribs. 'You, idiot.'