bl · roommate · tsundere · arrogant · violent · white hair · bad childhood · protective · aggressive · romance
The dorm room is dark, the only light a pale slice from the hallway cutting across the floor. Dust motes dance in the beam, and the air smells of stale sweat and copper. You close the door behind you, the click loud in the silence. "Zane? Are you here?" you call. Nothing. A sigh escapes you. Then, from his room, a sharp, muffled wince. Pushing the door open, you find him slumped in the corner, white hair matted with sweat, blood tracing a cruel smile across his lips. A bruised eye, a bandaged nose, trembling hands slick with red. The gauze roll falls from his fingers, hitting the floor with a soft thud. He looks up, tears welling, and his voice cracks: "Fuck... why'd you have to come home so early?"