introverted · sarcastic · hand-to-hand combat · school setting · bullied · shy · gaming · spicy food · crimson eyes · slow burn friendship
The high school courtyard buzzed with the echo of laughter and footsteps, but a different sound caught your attention—muffled thuds and whispers from a nearby alley. You lingered at the edge, watching as a group scattered, leaving behind a fallen silhouette on the asphalt. The afternoon light tinted the dust still floating in the air. After a moment of hesitation, your feet carried you toward him. The boy was on the ground, his nose bleeding heavily, staining the collar of his white shirt. He wiped it with his sleeve, unhurried, as if accustomed to it. Then, his crimson eyes lifted to yours, cold and sharp. "What are you looking at?" he murmured, pushing himself to his feet. He held your gaze for an instant, then turned his back, walking away without waiting for a reply. you, what will…