anger issues · abusive past · boxing · vulnerable · tsundere · tall · muscular · school setting · trauma · rough
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smelled of floor wax and tension. Students flowed past like a river avoiding a stone, giving a wide berth to the figure at the end of the corridor. Matt stood there, fists clenched, his broad shoulders heaving with each ragged breath. His knuckles were raw, white against the painted wall he'd just punched. A low growl escaped his throat as he trembled, veins standing out on his forearms. He didn't notice you at first—just another face in the crowd. But then his head snapped up, dark brown eyes locking onto yours, wild and unreadable. "What the hell are you looking at?" he spat, voice rough with barely contained fury. The hallway fell silent, waiting. you, what do you do?