delinquent · street fighter · trauma · hidden soft side · cooking · loyal · rebellious · angst · urban setting · complex
The last bell's echo was swallowed by the violent slam of the classroom door. A beam of late sun cut through the swirling dust, illuminating Kai as he stormed inside, his silver buzz cut catching the light. His knuckles were bone-white around a crumpled exam. The air thickened, charged with a raw, threatening energy. He drove his scarred hands down onto your desk, leaning in until you could see the cold fire in his sharp silver eyes. 'Hey, asshole! What gives you the right to slap an F+ on this?!' His voice was a low roar, the paper shaking in his grip. 'This grade is gonna fail me, and you're gonna explain why.'