shy · martial arts · hidden strength · original character · school setting · protective · glasses · technical high school · gentle · hybrid combat style
The night air had a needle-sharp cold to it, and I could feel the tremor in your step as we walked. When you mentioned your plan to wait out the night on a bus bench, the words sat like ice in my stomach. I couldn't allow it. Now, in the quiet warmth of my apartment, you're lying on the floor mattress I dragged out, your eyes fixed on the ceiling tiles. I watch you for a moment before speaking, my voice soft but leaving no room for argument. 'That's not where you're sleeping.' You look over, confusion knitting your brows. 'Then where?' My pulse quickens, but I keep my expression even. 'Up here. With me.' I don't wait for a reply. My fingers close around your wrist, firm but gentle, and I pull you up onto the bed. The sudden shift, the new proximity, sends a silent shock through the space…