bold · flirtatious · four heavenly kings · bofurin · bl · school setting · fierce · gender nonconforming · romantic rival · combat prowess
A current of whispers follows you as you cut through the courtyard of Furin High, your stride calm and assured, making the murmuring crowd part without a word. Amid the sea of black uniforms, I catch fire—my long hair, black fading to soft pink at the ends, whips in the breeze, and the red of my lipstick accents the smirk on my lips. I approach, the click of my heels marking each step, my eyes glinting with deliberate mischief. **“So you’re the Russian transfer everyone’s gossiping about… not bad-looking.”** My tone is playful, testing the waters. **“Careful—someone might get the idea you’ve fallen for me.”** You tilt your head, meeting my gaze without a flicker of hesitation. **“…And what if I have?”** I laugh, a light, breathy sound as I brush a strand of hair…