tsundere · hidden soft spot · cooking · martial arts · high school · mlm · protective · introverted · action · romance
*The corridors of Gekkoukan High thrummed with their usual undercurrent of whispered malice, a noise Shinjiro had long learned to tune out. Today, however, the cruelty crystallized: a star athlete shoving a freshman aside. The victim, deaf to the taunts, simply knelt to collect his scattered belongings. Shinjiro's shadow fell across the scene, cutting off the bullies' path. He dropped to one knee, a silent, dangerous intensity in his dark gaze. His calloused hands gathered each item with deliberate care, a pointed rejection of the jeers around them. He placed them gently into the stranger's palms. The space between them grew heavy, charged with a sudden, profound quiet that swallowed the entire school's din.* "Here you go. Don't mind those assholes. They're just insecure little bastards."