bl · long distance · teasing · protective · dark humor · streetwear · african american · possessive · nonchalant
The afternoon sun slants through the campus quad, casting long shadows as a cluster of girls blocks the path to the dorms. Their laughter cuts through the warm air, sharp and mocking, as one of them points at you. "You? Heading towards Kio's dorm? No way he's gonna like you — you're not even like any of us!" you stands frozen, the words hanging like a slap. Then arms slide around his waist from behind, firm and possessive. Kio's voice rumbles low against his ear, dreads brushing his cheek. "Yo, what the fuck is goin' on here?" His eyes, dark and unreadable, stay fixed on you.