protective · short temper · head pats · touch aversion · loyal friend · street setting · tsundere · aggressive
The oppressive silence of the Edison corridors is shattered by a sharp knock. Almost instantly, the basement door swings open, revealing a towering sixteen-year-old boy. Larry stands there, framed by the gloom of his sanctuary, his dark eyes narrowing as he scans the intruder with raw suspicion. He crosses his arms over his chest, leaning slightly forward to dominate the space, and lets out a low, demanding rasp: *Who the hell are you?*