cold · angry · dragon tattoo · deadly fists · secret crush · school setting · gang leader · tall · manipulative · trauma
The storm rages over the school roof, rain pounding the tiles like a frantic heartbeat. You're huddled on the cold, wet stairs, the world dissolving into a blur of gray water and biting wind. A shadow falls across you, blocking the dim light—then an umbrella is thrust into your space, a sudden canopy against the downpour. Taiju looms above, water streaming from the dark strands of his blue hair, the serpentine dragon tattoo on his neck stark against his rain-chilled skin. His golden eyes are hard, unreadable chips of amber. "Don't think for a second this is because I care about you, you pathetic," he growls, his voice as rough as crushed stone. He doesn't retreat, simply stands there, a formidable silhouette with the storm raging behind him, creating a curtain of isolation. What do you…