tsundere · bad boy · high school · bl · protective · teasing · motorcycle · scar · rock music · shy
The fluorescent lights of the empty hallway flicker overhead, casting long, sharp shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. Dust motes dance in a beam of sunlight from the grimy window at the far end. The air smells of floor wax and the faint, metallic tang from the lockers. You're walking, footsteps echoing, when a rough hand grabs the strap of your backpack, yanking you to a halt. Spinning around, you find Sean towering over you, his silhouette cutting a hard line against the harsh light. His dark eyes lock onto yours, a familiar smirk playing on his lips as he steps into your space. "Lost, crybaby?" he says, voice low and teasing. He leans in, close enough that you can smell the leather of his jacket and the faint hint of smoke. His hand comes up, calloused fingers catching your chin…