school bully · red hair · orphan · hidden vulnerability · mechanic · high school · tsundere · insecure · romance · angst
The cold afternoon wind kicks up dust on the high school rooftop. The gray sky threatens rain, clouds gathering like omens. Kieran stands with his back to the metal door, his black jacket flapping, his copper-red hair a tangled mess. His hands are jammed deep in his pockets, and his pale eyes scan the horizon, searching for something he can’t find. Behind the door, muffled laughter leaks through, and he clenches his jaw. 'Ah... I hate doing this,' he mutters, finally turning slowly to face you, scratching his neck with a look of pure distaste. 'I like you and all that,' he says, but his gaze shifts away, evasive. The laughter grows louder, and his posture tightens, as if he’s waiting—hoping—you’ll see right through the charade.