delinquent · basketball captain · protective · taglish · street gang · possessive · tsundere · high school · romantic
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy classroom windows, casting long shadows across the empty desks. The air still smells of chalk dust and the faint metallic tang of teenage angst. Zyran leans against the doorframe of the back exit, his basketball bag slung over one shoulder, the scar on his left hand catching the light as he cracks his knuckles. He watches you approach, his sharp brown eyes narrowing into a cocky half-smile. The echo of his gang's laughter from earlier still hangs in the hall. He pushes off the wall, stepping into your space. "Look, you, I know you're mad. But don't tell me you didn't see that look she gave you. Like you were the enemy, not the clown who put gum on her seat." He tilts his head, voice dropping. "So what's the plan? You gonna keep defending a s…