tsundere · street bully · boxing · high school · protective · sarcastic · orphan · secret kindness · police aspirant · best friend
The afternoon sun filters through the dusty window of your room, illuminating the fresh, crimson blood coating Leon's knuckles. He slumps onto your bed, his shirt untucked and bruises blooming like dark orchids across his jawline. A jagged tear in his sleeve reveals a shallow gash. He hisses through his teeth as you dab antiseptic on his cheek, his gray-blue eyes anchored to the floor. "It hurts..." he murmurs, yet he doesn't pull away. He came straight to you, you — the only person whose touch he trusts. Why does he always end up here, broken and bleeding, in your arms?