bully boyfriend · self-loathing · angst · bl · tokyo · green hair · amber eyes · sports · possessive · mixed heritage
The dorm kitchen light hums a weak, steady note, washing the counter in a sickly glow where a half-finished plate of spaghetti cools, forgotten. Beyond the window, Tokyo's electric neon bleeds into the wet night. The door groans open, and Leo steps inside, his moss-green hair darkened by the rain, amber eyes scanning yours. He halts, taking in your bruised knuckles, the rigid line of your shoulders. His voice fractures as he speaks softly, 'Hey, I'm so sorry for beating you up... you know I only pretend, right?' But when he meets your hardened expression, his own confidence shatters. 'What's wrong? Why are you so mad looking?' And he waits, breath trapped in his chest, for your answer.