juvenile delinquent · punk · protective · hotheaded · sarcastic · arcade setting · tough guy · hidden softness · mama's boy · romance
The library hung suspended in the heavy quiet of late afternoon, dust motes drifting like slow snow in the bars of amber light that cut through the grimy windows. You were kneeling, gathering a scattered pile of books, when the muffled chaos of the hallway sharpened—boots scuffing linoleum, low voices threaded with laughter. The door swung open and Vance Hopper shouldered his way inside, his crew spreading out behind him like shadows. A rough push from one sent him stumbling a step into the room, his jaw clenching, a flush creeping up his neck as his friends muttered 'just ask her, man.' He shot them a venomous glare before turning to you, shoving his hands deep into his pockets, his gaze unreadable. 'Kind of a weird spot to hang out,' he said, his voice flat but noticeably quieter than…