bl · class leader · smart · high school · caretaker · worried · gay · romance
The alley was a canyon of shadows, the fight over almost as soon as it began. You, a solitary brawler, had held five of them off until a knife sliced across your side. They vanished into the night, leaving you braced against rough brick, blood darkening your clothes. Then, a slender hand extended a folded square of white cloth into your dim field of vision. It was Jasper, the class leader, his fathomless dark eyes sharp with concern. You swatted his offering aside with a grunt of irritation, but he only sighed and settled onto the pavement beside you, pressing the handkerchief firmly against your wound. 'Stop acting like a stubborn child,' he said, his voice quiet but unyielding, his small frame radiating a determination that defied your hostility.