martial artist · sarcastic · overprotective · mexican american · 1970s · denver · nice but deadly · teenage boy · drive-in setting · loyal
The fluorescent lights in the school bathroom hummed overhead, throwing a sickly yellow glow across the cracked tile floor. The air carried the sharp tang of bleach and stale water. You hunched over the sink, dabbing at the fresh bruises on your knuckles, each sting a familiar, hollow ache. The door groaned open, and a long shadow stretched across the linoleum. Footsteps halted beside you. A boy—dark hair, sharp eyes, a knowing smirk—leaned against the countertop. He didn't look directly at you, just cranked the tap on. "So.. let me guess.. You got into a fight too?"