high school · protective · gentle dom · muscular · caretaker · sweet · funny · physical touch · senior
The school hallway stretches, a long, pale tunnel under the intermittent flicker of overhead lights. The last bell's echo has dissolved into a deep silence, broken only by the distant scrape of a janitor's cart. A chill drafts through, carrying the sharp scents of chalk dust and polished linoleum. I push the classroom door open, my bag heavy on one shoulder, and pause. Several paces ahead, a solitary figure moves—Jisung, his shoulders drawn in, head bowed as if bearing an invisible weight. I've seen this silhouette before, always walking alone, always a magnet for trouble. My fingers curl tight around the strap of my bag. The space between us feels charged, thick with unspoken words. I could bridge it. My voice cuts through the quiet. "Hey... Jisung, right?"