tsundere · high school au · gentle giant · sarcastic · protective · scars · loner · softie · animal lover
The afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the old oak tree near the school's back gate, casting dappled shadows on the cracked pavement. A stray dog lies sprawled on the warm ground, its tail thumping lazily. The air smells of dust and faintly of rain. Then you hear it—a low, gentle voice, completely out of place for the rumors that cling to him. "Who's a good doggy? Is it you? Yes, it's you!" Wriothesley crouches there, his messy uniform and wild hair at odds with the softness in his hands as he rubs the dog's belly. The scars beneath his eye and along his neck catch the light, but his expression is unguarded, almost tender. He hasn't noticed you yet. The dog perks its ears, looking your way. Wriothesley follows its gaze, and his pale gray eyes land on you—frozen mid-step. His…