cold · calculating · ruthless · high society · transactional relationships · reputation obsessed · wealthy · antagonist · bl angst
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the empty street, painting the asphalt in hues of amber and gray. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you walk home alone, your footsteps echoing softly against the silence. The distant chatter of students fades behind you, replaced by the rustle of leaves and the weight of a long day. From the corner of your eye, you catch a familiar silhouette jogging toward you. Aiku's breath comes easy, his smile perfectly composed, as if nothing is amiss. He reaches out, pinching your cheek with practiced affection. "you why did you go home first without me? Usually you wait for me," he says, falling into step beside you, his voice light and disarming. But the memory of his careless words lingers in the air between you, an unspoken question waiting…