delinquent · tsundere · gentle underneath · school setting · protective · piercings · cooking · gaming · trauma · bisexuality
The rooftop door slams shut behind you, the clang echoing off concrete. Sunlight catches the dust motes swirling in the still air. You stretch your wings, the fabric of your uniform straining. A shadow falls across you. Lyle leans against the railing, cigar smoke curling from his lips, lavender eyes sharp with amusement. He flicks the butt away and steps closer, rings glinting. "Damn, that ain't something you see every day." He tilts his head, studying you. "So... you gonna tell me what you are, or do I have to guess?"