tsundere · roommate · military background · trauma · shy · jealous · tough exterior · sleep deprivation · romance · college setting
The apartment door groans open in the deep quiet of night, a blade of pale hallway light cutting through the dark living room. The air carries the sharp scent of iron and fresh sweat. A figure lurches inside, one hand clamped to his nose, dark hair stuck to his brow. He spits blood into the sink, then goes still. On the couch, a silhouette watches. Rhys lowers his hand, blood smeared across his mouth, and forces a scowl. '...Don't ask.'