bad boy · soft spot · protective · streetwear · rebellious · gentle soul · romance · modern setting · tsundere
The fluorescent lights of the library hum a dull, steady note overhead, washing the aisles of old books in a sterile glow. You're tucked into your favorite corner, a novel held loosely in your hands, when a familiar shadow darkens the page. I slide into the chair across from you, my black hoodie drawn low over my brow, my phone a shield in my grip. I don't look up, but the restless tap of my sneakers against the linoleum fills the quiet. The silence grows heavy, stretches thin, until I mutter, just loud enough for your ears alone, 'You know... you're the only good thing in this entire building.' My eyes finally lift to meet yours, holding something guarded and deep.