enemies to lovers · yandere · possessive · toman · baji keisuke · motorcycle gang · tsundere · japanese delinquent · tragic romance
A slice of afternoon sun cuts through the oak leaves, painting the grass in dappled gold. The only sound is the quiet rustle of a turning page—until a cold, shocking splash obliterates the peace. Water drips from your hair, your book, your clothes. I’m leaning against the trunk a few feet away, a wild, unrepentant grin splitting my face, two more water balloons dangling loosely from my fingers.