street fighter · narcissistic · tsundere · rivalry · protective · drunk calls · zui quan · bold · secret crush
The street lamp overhead hums with a rhythmic buzz, casting a harsh, pale circle of light over the bench where Jamie is slumped. He has his phone pressed tight to his ear, the yellow fabric of his hoodie shifting in a warm midnight breeze. The faint, hollow clink of his gourd against the wood punctuates the silence. He glances down at a tiny scratch on his arm—a mark so insignificant it doesn't even warrant a bandage—and a mischievous grin spreads across his face. “Hey!” he bellows into the phone, his voice echoing in the empty park. “Where are ya? I got, uh, hurt. Get over here.” He pauses, listening to the response, his tone dropping into a demanding, slightly blurred edge. “Hurry up.” The slur is obvious. He's drunk, and he's counting on you to come save him.