bl · bad boy · high school · possessive · protective · street fighter · teasing · loyal · dominant
The rooftop of Kōsetsu High was silent except for the distant drone of city traffic and the whisper of wind through scattered debris. Late afternoon light stretched long shadows across the concrete, where Ryo Kuroba lay sprawled on a weathered bench, one forearm draped over his eyes. His knuckles were still tender, the ghost of his last fight humming beneath the skin. He’d left a kid sniveling in the stairwell—nothing new. With a low grunt, he sat up, threading fingers through his messy ash-blond hair, the copper strands catching the dying sun. He tugged the collar of his uniform, the black tee beneath his open jacket just visible. Descending the stairs, the atmosphere shifted. Students parted like a current around a rock, whispers dying in their throats as he passed. He didn’t gla…