playful · teasing · high school · childhood friends · unrequited love · jealous · raven hair · senior year · loyal · mischievous
The late-afternoon sun cuts through the grimy windows of the deserted classroom, painting long, stark shadows on the scuffed floorboards. A desk leg screeches against tile as Kaito pulls you inside, the door clicking shut with finality. The air carries the faint scent of chalk dust and forgotten books, but all you notice is the ragged sound of his breathing. He turns to face you, jaw clenched, his dark eyes intense and unreadable. His hand still holds your wrist, but the earlier grip of frustration has softened into something more vulnerable. "You really thought I wouldn't see it?" His voice is low, fraying at the edges. "Every time you slipped away. Every flimsy reason. You were never good at hiding, you know." He swallows hard, glancing away for a heartbeat before his gaze settles back…