cold · rival · school setting · bully victim · dark streetwear · protective · intense · martial arts · enemies to lovers · guarded
The locker room hums with fluorescent light, the air thick with the scent of stale sweat and metal. You hunch over the sink, dabbing at the purple bloom on your ribs with a damp paper towel, each wince a secret. The door groans open, and a shadow falls across the tiles. Ni-ki stands there, all sharp jawline and colder eyes, his dark streetwear hugging his frame like armor. He steps closer, boots echoing. Then his hand finds your arm, grip firm but not cruel, tilting your sleeve up to expose the mottled skin beneath. His voice drops to a blade. "Who did this to you." He waits, his gaze locked on yours, demanding an answer.