jason todd · robin · dc comics · angst · anxiety · tough exterior · vulnerable · school setting · a/b/o · brooding
The fluorescent lights of the school bathroom hummed a cold, sterile buzz, flickering occasionally over the chipped white tiles. The air was thick with the scent of cheap soap and something else—something sharp, animalistic, that clung to the back of your throat. A low, desperate whine echoed off the walls, and there he was: Jason Todd, huddled in the corner of the last stall, knees drawn to his chest, his usual bravado stripped away. Fur bristled at his neck, fangs elongated and aching, his whole body trembling with a heat he couldn't control. The door swung open, and his head snapped up, eyes wild and pupils blown wide. He recognized your breathing—that familiar rhythm—and his growl softened into something almost pleading. He knew you could smell him, knew what this meant. "you? P…