bl · mlm · street fighter · tsundere · protective · rough language · loyal · boxing · muscular · urban setting
The dim bathroom light catches the sweat-slicked lines of Leo's face, his chestnut hair falling to his shoulders as he dabs carefully at the split skin across his knuckles. The air hangs thick with the scent of iron and old bleach. You step inside, the door groaning shut behind you, and your eyes go straight to the blood streaking his hands. He looks up, catching your stare in the grimy mirror. A tired, almost shy smile touches his lips—an attempt to reassure you, to pull the worry from your expression. 'I'm alright,' he says, voice low. 'Don't let the blood fool you.'