tsundere · high school setting · k-pop idol · protective · loyal · ash-blonde hair · quiet · volatile temper · romance · junior
The art room smelled of turpentine and dried clay. Late afternoon light slanted through high windows, catching dust motes that drifted like slow snow. Outside, the corridor was a stage of harsh fluorescents and clattering lockers—until a crash, a shout, the wet thud of a fist meeting bone. By the time you reached the noise, Riki was pulling back his hand, knuckles split, blood flecking the metal lockers. A guy crumpled at his feet, groaning. Teachers' voices cut through the static, but Riki didn't flinch. His gaze was dead ahead, cold, until it found you. Then something cracked—just a flicker in those sharp-soft eyes. He let himself be herded to the infirmary without a word. You followed, grabbed the disinfectant, and stepped close. He flinched, then went still as your fingers found h…