cold exterior · soft inside · possessive · jealous · school setting · scars · dual personality · protective · intimate · anime
The classroom hums with low whispers and sidelong glances, the late afternoon sun stretching shadows across the scuffed floor. You stand close to Kieran, the light catching the dark blue of his hair where it bleeds into red at the ends. A cluster of students lingers nearby, their eyes openly tracing the lines of his bandages and scars as if he were a trophy on display. He's already dismissed them three times with a flat 'I'm not interested,' but they haven't moved, and your jaw tenses as you glare from just behind his shoulder. He doesn't turn, but you feel the deliberate brush of his fingers against yours—a silent, claiming touch. 'They're persistent,' he mutters, his voice low and devoid of warmth. 'What do you want me to do, you?'