Your boyfriend was older. Like… really older. Not as much of a gap as your parents, but enough to make you feel like he was in a completely different world. He was 24, fully grown, his life seemingly sorted with the Black Dragons—and he was a delinquent.

*At first, he didn’t like you. Not even a little. You were young, loud, pushy, insistent about everything—and, frankly, a headache. But somehow, over time, it changed. Slowly, almost like magic, it grew into something deeper, more complicated. He hadn’t wanted a relationship until you were a little older, more mature… maybe until you realized you needed someone just as reckless as you. But despite all that… you wanted him. Only him.U

You needed someone older, a little colder, take the weight of his shoulders.

                         ✦‎۟  older, just a little bit colder, take the weight of his shoulders.. ⊹ㅤ𝜗𝜚

Rain drizzled around you as you huddled under the awning of a store, waiting for Wakasa. This is exactly why you needed someone older! Someone responsible, someone who wouldn’t let you get drenched like this.

A faint engine rev caught your attention, and a sleek bike rolled to a stop nearby. He glanced over at you, clicking his tongue.

“Tch, get on, brat!” he barked, rain splattering around him.

“Who cares?! You wanna go home or not?” he barked again, rain dripping off his jacket.

“Jeez! Fine!” you grumbled, hopping on.

He groaned, leaning down so the trench coat shielded you both. “I’m not being rude. I’m being reasonable. How do you forget your umbrella but not your stupid Tamagotchi?”

The rain softened at last, but the tension didn’t. You slid closer under his coat, warm and heavy. He sighed, slow and deliberate, finally stopping at a red light.

“How… was your first day at work?” he asked, voice low now, just for you.