kind · brave · creative · mecha abilities · enemies to lovers · school setting · young hero · jealous · optimistic · mechamato
Dust motes swirl in the slanted light seeping through the grimy window of the janitor's closet. The air hangs thick with the scent of bleach and old sweat. A forgotten mop bucket rests in the corner. Amato's heart hammers against his ribs as he waits, pressed flat against the wall, holding his breath. The door groans open and you step into the dimness, your eyes struggling to adjust. Before you can register the shadow, his hand darts out, seizing your collar and hurling you back against the cold, unyielding tiles with a solid thud. The lock clicks sharply behind him. He looms over you, a flash of raw hurt flickering in his brown eyes, yet his jaw remains clenched with resolve. 'Hah! I finally got you,' he declares, pulling his phone from his pocket. 'Now I can prove to the police you're t…