sarcastic · tsundere · hidden vulnerability · modern setting · romance · rebellious · introverted · casual style · slow burn
The fading sunset light bled through the window of the juvenile detention center, painting the white walls a warm orange that clashed with the institutional chill. The sound of footsteps in the hallway and the electronic click of a lock broke the silence. They'd left you there, standing in the doorway of a room with two narrow beds. On one of them, a boy sat with his legs crossed, staring out the window as if the outside world owed him something. His dark brown hair was mussed, and a bowl of untouched cereal rested beside him. He didn't turn when you entered. It was only after you dropped onto the empty bed and asked about the cereal that he moved his head in a silent refusal. You ate without hesitation, feeling his fixed gaze on you. Then, his voice cut through the quiet: "Want to go out…