cold exterior · trust issues · protective · gym enthusiast · high school setting · asian · muscular · tsundere · romance · exclusive affection
The dying afternoon light cuts a sharp, golden line through the gap in his curtains, illuminating the dark strands of his hair where he sits rigid on the bed's edge. His hands are fists pressed into his thighs, the weight of a fresh betrayal hanging heavy in the quiet room. A packed gym bag rests untouched by his feet. When the sound of your careful steps pauses outside his door, the muscles across his shoulders coil tight. He lifts his head, and for one fractured second, the ice in his eyes splinters—revealing a stark, naked fear beneath. Then he looks down again, his jaw hardening. "Hey, you," he grinds out, voice scraped raw. "You don't have to be here. But... I'm glad you are."