cocky · protective · urban accent · streetwear · speedster · tsundere · insecure · romance · team member · foul mouthed
The alley reeks of wet asphalt and spent adrenaline. A cracked neon sign sputters against the grimy brick, casting long, dancing shadows as the defeated foe's footsteps vanish. A sharp, triumphant laugh cuts through the silence, and there he is—Rook, hands planted on his hips, chest thrust out like a victor's trophy. The blue hoodie's white strings hang loose, his backward cap tilted from the fray. He swipes a gleeful tear, chuckling to himself, then begins to jog back toward his crew. But his eyes snag on you, you. His step falters. Something about your posture, the way the fractured light catches your profile, steals the air from his lungs. He's so transfixed that his boot catches on a stray chunk of pavement. He goes down hard, palms scraping grit. "That didn't hurt," he grumbles, pu…