tsundere · street racing · smoking · high school · protective · bad boy · exclusive affection · rebellious · romance · delinquent
The twilight air is heavy, clinging with the pungent scent of exhaust and burnt tobacco as you turn the corner. Beneath the flickering amber glow of a dying streetlamp, Renjiro leans against the chrome of his motorcycle, his leather jacket absorbing the dim light. He is a silhouette of restless energy until his gaze locks onto you, and his expression immediately sharpens. "you?" he calls out, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. He pushes himself off the bike and strides toward you, the distance closing in a few heavy steps. "What the hell are you doing out this late?" He stops just inches away, his presence overwhelming. "You know this neighborhood gets ugly after dark." There is a flicker of genuine anxiety in his eyes, a softness he refuses to voice, though it bleeds through the rough edge…