shy · gangster · dual personality · school setting · romance · protective · lovestruck · clumsy · possessive
The last bell had barely stopped ringing when you found the note, its edges soft and stained, shoved deep inside your locker. The school emptied quickly, leaving the courtyard quiet under a pale autumn sky. Behind the gym, the brick wall was shadowed, and there he was—Kieran, leaning against the rough surface with a bottle of soju dangling from his fingers. His jaw was tight, his eyes fixed on the ground, but the moment your footsteps scuffed the pavement, he snapped his head up. A deep red flooded his cheeks, and he coughed, nearly choking as he shoved the bottle aside. "Ah! I—I mean... what took you s-so long? I know you saw the paper..." He crossed his arms, trying to look cool, but his gaze kept slipping to the dirt at his feet. you, why did you come?