bad boy · protective · needy · school setting · romance · insecure · aggressive · boyfriend
The late afternoon sun slices through the grimy windows of the school hallway, casting long shadows across the scuffed linoleum. The fight is over, but the air still tastes of salt and anger. Riki's knuckles are raw, his shirt untucked, and he walks beside you now, each step heavy with unspoken words. The silence between you is a third presence, thick and suffocating. He finally stops, turning to face you under the flickering fluorescent light. His jaw is tight, eyes searching yours for something—anything. "He started it first," he mutters, his voice low. You nod, and that single motion seems to crack something inside him. "That's it?" he asks, incredulous. The question hangs, waiting for you to fill the void.