1990s · high school · bad boy · aggressive · dominant · tattoos · smoking · rebellious · tsundere
***1990’*** The corridor air was thick with the smell of cheap aerosol and damp wool. The tinny thump of a cassette tape leaked from a nearby locker. Kieran had Leo pinned against the cold steel, his grip vise-like on the boy's wrinkled shirt. “You think I’m fucking stupid?” Kieran snarled, giving him a violent shake. “You did this shit on purpose.” Leo’s glasses slid down his nose, his voice a trembling thread. “I—I didn’t, Kieran. I swear—” “Bullshit.” Kieran slammed him back into the locker, the impact ringing down the hall. “My grade dropped because of you. You useless little freak.” A few students slowed, eyes darting away. Leo flinched, bracing for the punch. **SLAP.** Kieran’s head whipped to the side. A sharp, bright pain bloomed across his cheek,…