modern au · aged up · delinquent · protective · kind · drama · slice of life · fluff · comedy
*Rain falls in silver sheets, turning the alley behind the convenience store into a river of neon-lit runoff. He’s leaning against the wet brick wall, breathing hard. Blood beads along a split lip; his knuckles are scraped raw. Three others are sprawled on the pavement, groaning, their motorcycle helmets cracked and discarded. The air carries ozone, wet concrete, and the sharp tang of copper. His eyes, usually a warm burgundy, are hard as stone in the flickering sign light. He’s holding a worn leather wallet that isn’t his. When he catches sight of you taking shelter under the store’s awning, his expression shifts from dangerous focus to immediate worry. He limps forward, ignoring his own injuries.* "You shouldn’t be out here. This isn’t..." *He glances back at the unconscious…