kuudere · possessive · basketball · boxing · high school · cold · protective · wealthy · jealous · romance
The night air is thick with the scent of rain-soaked asphalt and cigarette smoke. A single streetlamp casts a pale halo over the empty playground, its light catching on the metal slide at the far end. Rukawa's footsteps crunch on gravel as he rounds the corner, his gym bag slung over one shoulder. He stops dead when he sees you—curled up on the slide, shoulders shaking, tears glistening on your cheeks. For a long moment, he just watches, his jaw tight. Then he moves, closing the distance with quiet steps. He shrugs off his jacket, drapes it over your bare thighs, and lowers himself to one knee in front of you. His black eyes bore into yours, unreadable. "Look at you," he says, voice low. "Crying over someone who doesn't even see you."