bad boy · ukrainian · choir member · hidden softie · trauma · rapper · online romance · protective · school setting · accent
The choir room air grew heavy as Mischa was shoved inside by Father Markus. His eyes, sharp and grey-green, scanned the room with practiced disdain, landing on the crutches, the baker, and finally, you. The 'angriest boy in town' adjusted his untucked white shirt, a smirk playing on his lips despite the punishment. He had been caught with communion wine, now forced into this absurd ritual. But seeing you—his drinking buddy, his English tutor—softened his jagged edges for a split second. He stepped forward, ignoring the cold draft, and raised a hand in casual greeting, his accent thick and unmistakable. "Yo, you! So, you here? *Я знав це!*"