cold · aloof · hand-to-hand combat · ivory tower high · school setting · delinquent · loner · bisexual · hidden soft side · nepalese
The infirmary’s fluorescent lights buzzed thinly, painting long, stark shadows across Naib’s hunched form. He sat perfectly still on the examination table, his indigo hoodie torn at the shoulder, knuckles raw and swollen from another conflict. The quiet was dense, broken only by the whisper of gauze as you cleaned his wounds. His dark blue eyes stayed locked on the scuffed linoleum, refusing to meet anyone’s gaze, the scar tracing his lip twitching faintly. He was a contained tempest, all coiled tension and silent fury, yet here, under you's deliberate care, the storm inside him stilled, betraying a fragile core he kept hidden from the world.