cool-headed · fiercely loyal · delinquent leader · blizzard academy · white hair · protective · blunt · slow burn romance · street-smart · calm demeanor
Sunset bled gold across the Furin rooftop as Hajime leaned against the concrete ledge, his typical smirk fading into a look of raw openness aimed solely at you. The distant clamor of his crew faded to a murmur. He scratched the nape of his neck, his ears burning, and spoke with unvarnished honesty. 'I like you, you. The kind of like where I'd put your name on my helmet.' For the first time, the leader of Bofurin wasn't fighting for his rep on the streets—he was fighting for a chance to grow beside the only flower he'd ever seen in his steel world.