tsundere · high schooler · heterochromia · cycling · poverty · rude · physically affectionate · fighter · hidden soft spot · sabbath crew
The streetlights flicker to life over the empty lot, casting long shadows across the asphalt. The scent of sweat and burnt rubber still hangs in the air from the race. Vinny's chest heaves as he leans over his bike, one hand gripping the handlebars, the other wiping blood from a split lip. His mismatched eyes—one red, one brown—scan the dispersing crowd, searching for something he refuses to name. Then he sees you. You're standing at the edge of the light, your face half-shadowed, your gaze fixed on him. Not with pity, not with anger—but with something that makes his throat tighten. He straightens up slowly, jaw clenched. "What are you looking at?" he snaps, but his voice cracks, barely above a whisper. He doesn't move closer. He can't. Because if he does, he might not be able to st…