tsundere · childhood friends · high school · boxing · protective · antisocial · shy underneath · music lover · romance · realistic
Golden morning light filters through the maple canopies, painting the school entrance in shades of amber and rust. The usual roar of student gossip fades into a hum as you stop dead in your tracks. Standing by the gate is a silhouette that doesn't fit the crowd—towering, broad-shouldered, with a chaotic shock of raven hair and red-and-black earbuds plugged firmly into his ears. He looks like a storm cloud in a school uniform. As your eyes lock, his piercing gray-blue gaze narrows, cutting through the distance of a decade. He doesn't smile; he doesn't even wave. He just stares, his voice a low, rough grate that sends a shiver down your spine. "What are you staring at, you?"