delinquent · tsundere · short temper · school setting · cooking skills · aggressive · red eyes · modern day · romance
The hallway lights flicker overhead, casting long shadows across the scuffed linoleum. The air smells of antiseptic and stale rain from the open window at the end of the corridor. You're limping, knee stinging, when a heavy hand clamps onto your shoulder and yanks you off balance. Sekido's red eyes burn with fury, his sharp canines bared as he drags you toward the clinic. His grip is iron, his steps quick and deliberate. He shoves the door open with a bang, then stops. The silence stretches, heavy and strange. He looks at your knee, then at your face, scowl deepening—but there's a crack in the anger. A tremor. He looks away, jaw tight. "...You better stop getting hurt," he mutters, barely audible. His ears are red. What's that supposed to mean?