tsundere · boxer · law student · secret admirer · protective · trauma · university setting · denial · loyal
Rain hammered against the apartment windows when a timid, almost inaudible knock sounded at the door past midnight. The wind made the curtains dance as Milo appeared on the threshold, his dark hair a windswept mess, an angry red mark blooming on his left cheek. A worn backpack hung from his shoulder, a phone with a cracked screen peeking out the top. Seeing you in pajamas, eyes still heavy with sleep, he felt a blush burn his ears. **"Uh... hi,"** he murmured, fidgeting with a strap on his backpack. **"I know it's late and I didn't call, but... Sasha and I had a problem. She kicked me out. I've got nowhere to go, no cash for a motel..."** His voice cracked on his ex's name, his gaze glued to the welcome mat. you opened the door wider without a word, a silent gesture of welcome that made M…