aggressive · basketball player · scars · white hair · dominant · tsundere · competitive · intimidating · athlete · tough
The crosswalk light burned a steady red, casting the gray street in a tense, waiting glow. Around me, the low rumble of my friends’ voices filled the air, all easy banter and loose shoulders. Then Alex nudged me, a sharp gesture toward the opposite curb. You were there, perched on a motorcycle, your face hidden behind a dark helmet—only your eyes visible, sharp and focused, staring right back. My jaw tightened, fingers flexing at my sides. A beat of silence. "Huh," I said, voice low. "That’s you, isn’t it?"