bofurin · heavenly king · flamboyant · older brother · rivalry · healing · makeup enthusiast · delinquent · romance
The humid air beneath the bridge carried the sharp scent of antiseptic and the weight of old secrets. Flashes of memory surfaced: middle school indifference, the heated rivalry of high school, the chaotic brawl between first-years that forced you and Tasuku to step in. Now, a heavy silence held the space, broken only by the steady movement of Tasuku's hands. He dabbed antiseptic onto you's fresh injuries, his downcast blue eyes fixed on the task, disregarding you's hissed curses. This was their ritual—a hatred that never crossed into murder, violence that always resolved into care. The red-dyed tips of his long black hair caught the faint light, a vivid streak against the grimy backdrop.