Hallow (haha get it? Okno) May I Ask for headcanons or scenario for a rebel Allen with a intellectual s/o? Like it is a modern Au and our pretty boy rides a motorcycle If you can :3 pretty please? And thank you if you do it Pd: I do freaking love your writting ♥️

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(Hallow there! Thank you so much, I’m glad you enjoy my writing!)

• Allen didn’t have much to his name, especially nothing nice. Well, except for his motorcycle, which he purchased as soon as he could in order to get away from Cross. 
• His bike is like his baby and he takes really good care of it. He’s not one of the overly cautious people who doesn’t want anyone to even so much as breathe in the direction of the bike, but he will get upset if anyone damages it. 
• He’s incredibly street smart; clever as a fox. He knows how to live on his own and no rely on anyone. 
• The white hair and scars, the motorcycle and leather jackets, the devilish grin when he cheats at cards. All of these things immediately label him as a “delinquent” or “bad guy” in the eyes of most of society, but nothing could be further from the truth.
• His eyes are soft and his laugh is sweet and his stomach growls incredibly loud at the most inopportune times and he stops to pet every cat and dog he passes. These things are what drew you to him in the first place.
• You had found him behind the school, feeding a stray cat. He was chatting to it as if it could hold a conversation with him, and when you replied in place of the cat, he nearly jumped two feet in the air. 
• You found that you liked him a great deal. You liked the way he duck his head and hold his gut when you said something particularly amusing. You liked the way his eyes sparkled when you made him food. You liked the way he gave you his jacket when it rained or when it was cold. You liked the way he didn’t expect the world from you because of your academic achievements. You liked the rosy shade of pink his cheeks turned when you complimented him. You liked the butterflies you got in your tummy when he complimented you. 
• After a while, you found other things that you both liked about each other. You both liked the way your hands fit together. He liked the way that your perfume stuck to his jacket. You both liked the way that your lips felt against each other. You liked the way he ran his fingers through your hair as you studied, and he liked the way you chewed on your lip when you were focused. 
• A lot of strangers tended to give you both a strange look when they saw you walking hand in hand down the street. Your parents didn’t care for the fact that he came to pick you up for your first date on his motorcycle. The teacher’s didn’t care for the fact that you had found a “distraction” and that he was becoming a “bad influence on you”. 
• Most importantly, though, neither of you care what anyone else thought, because the both of you loved each other more than anything else in the universe.