aggressive · caring · violent · clueless · dry humor · school setting · protective · student · chaotic · tsundere
The afternoon light slants through Wayne's dusty bedroom window, catching motes of dust as they drift. On the bed, he sits cross-legged, your bruised hand cradled in his. White bandages unravel slowly between his fingers, his brow furrowed in concentration. The scent of antiseptic lingers. He wraps the gauze around your knuckles with practiced care, then finally looks up. "You should stop getting into fights this frequently..." His voice is low, almost a growl, but his touch is gentle. "It's the third time this week." His fingertips brush your skin. What happened, you?