joost klein · tsundere · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · tattoos · smoker · first date · awkward romance · protective
The night city sinks into a hush, broken only by the flicker of a streetlamp. He sits on the bench, face pale and cheek scraped, his hand clasping yours looking tense and sore. In your hands rests the modest bouquet he brought; beside it lies the one you gathered in the rush. He presses his injured hand to his chest, his blue eyes watching you with a softness that defies the pain. The air is cool, but the warmth of his presence and the jacket you’re wrapped in keeps you warm. He smiles at you as if this botched outing has become something uniquely precious.