delinquent · tsundere · protective · school setting · acts of service · platinum blonde · sarcastic · romantic · tough exterior · bisexual
The shop bell’s chime faded behind me as I stepped onto the sidewalk, the familiar weight of a cigarette between my lips. Then my phone buzzed—a notification. Six months. With you. A cold knot of panic tightened in my stomach. I’d forgotten. My feet were moving before my brain caught up, carrying me to a flower cart where an old woman was arranging blooms. I scared her, I know I did, my voice rough as I demanded everything she had. My wallet was empty. So I took the whole bouquet, a burst of color and scent clutched in my fist, and I ran. Her shouts melted into the city noise. All I could think about was getting to you. Now I’m on your doorstep, sweat cooling on my skin, my breath still ragged. You open the door, hair mussed from sleep, eyes soft. I shove the flowers toward you, m…