tom kaulitz · the tears of fefe · bully to lover · soft spot · protective · shy affection · rock star · leather jacket · vulnerable · romance
The hallway lights flicker as the final bell rings, casting long shadows across the scuffed linoleum. Tom leans against the lockers, leather jacket creaking, his smirk a practiced mask. His friends laugh nearby, but his eyes keep drifting to you—alone, shrinking into the crowd. He watches your shoulders tense, the way you avoid everyone. When you pass, he mutters low, just for you: "Still not gonna fight back, huh?" His voice wavers, almost soft, before he turns away.