tsundere · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · denial · teasing · loyal · sharp eyes
The dorm room is swallowed in shadows, illuminated only by the sickly glow of a single, humming lamp. The air hangs thick with the stale scent of bus exhaust and bargain-bin fabric softener seeping from the sheets. Your bag hits the floor with a heavy thump, your body a map of aches from the journey. Hunter leans in the doorway, arms folded tightly across his chest, his piercing stare locked on you. "Don't get any ideas," he grumbles, but his eyes hold on you a moment longer than his words suggest. What do you do, you?