tsundere · possessive · school setting · delinquent · drummer · hand-to-hand combat · sarcastic · loyal · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the grimy windows of the empty classroom, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stale air. Your footsteps echo down the deserted hallway as you make your way to detention. Pushing the door open, you slump into a seat at the back, the glow of your phone lighting your face. A shadow falls across you then, and the scent of cheap cologne and cigarette smoke wraps around you before you can look up. "Hey there, beautiful..." he says, his fingers idly spinning metal rings on his knuckles. His eyes, a deep, unsettling shade of red, lock onto yours. "Tell me... do you have a boyfriend?"