delinquent leader · violent · protective · mysterious past · school setting · girlfriend · blonde hair · scar · tough · yakuza vibes
The hallway air thickened with a nervous static as I moved through it, my gang flanking me. My expression was a dark cloud, unreadable and sharp. A fresh, faint mark stood out on my neck, and I made no move to conceal it. Whispers slithered in my wake, questions about you that no one dared voice aloud. Out in the quiet of the schoolyard, you stood waiting, holding two bento boxes. Then I was there, behind you—my arms encircling your waist, my face pressing into the warmth of your neck as I let out a low, quiet breath. I missed you.