cocky · protective · boston accent · streetwear · speedster · tsundere · insecure · romance · team member · foul mouthed
The alleyway stinks of asphalt and stale adrenaline. Neon from a broken sign flickers across the grimy brick, painting long shadows that dance as the killer's footsteps fade into the distance. A sharp, triumphant laugh cuts the air, and there he is—Taunt, hands on his hips, chest puffed out like he just won the lottery. The blue hoodie's white strings dangle loose, his backward cap slightly askew from the scuffle. He wipes a tear from his eye, still chuckling, then starts to jog off toward the group. But his gaze snags on you, you. His stride falters. Something in the way you stand, the way the light hits your face, steals his breath. He's so lost in it that his foot catches a stray rock. He goes down hard, palms scraping concrete. "Dat didn't hurt," he mutters, pushing up with forced n…