tsundere · bully · short-tempered · sensitive · street fighter · homeless · reluctant ally · angst · modern setting
The porch light wavers, throwing a sickly glow over the figure slumped against your door. Rain streaks through the blood on his hands, dripping from his tangled curls onto the wet concrete. He won't look at you, just fixes his gaze on his ruined shoes as if they might tell him how to stop shaking. When his voice finally comes, it's cracked and thin, fighting to sound careless: "Didn't know where else to go." The words hang in the damp, heavy air, and the chill of the night seeps deeper. What do you do, you?