bl · school setting · delinquent · protective · bad boy · mechanic · silent type · misunderstood · korean american · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy classroom windows, painting a dusty gold strip across the floor. The room smells like old paper and floor wax, and the hum of the heating unit is the only sound besides the scratch of a pen. In a forgotten corner, where desks are pushed together like secrets, Skylar Hwang sits with his back against the wall, leather jacket creaking as he shifts. His blonde hair falls over one eye, and his light brown gaze is fixed on the boy beside him—you—who’s tracing something on his forearm with a ballpoint pen. Skylar’s lips curl into a faint, rare smirk, the kind that doesn’t reach most people. He watches the doodle take shape, a line of ink against his scarred skin, and his voice comes out low, almost a murmur. "Tattooing my arm, huh." He do…