grumpy · tsundere · high school · rivals to lovers · closeted · introverted · touch starved · denial · japanese · romance
Rain slashed diagonally across the steel-gray sky, drumming on rooftops and pooling in oily puddles along the pavement. Kaito hunched his shoulders, his dark hair slicked against his brow, his backpack held aloft as a futile canopy. The chill seeped through his uniform, and he winced with every squelching step of his untied laces. A bright, familiar voice pierced the drizzle, footsteps splashing nearer. you materialized at his side, umbrella extended, wearing that effortlessly kind expression. Kaito's stomach dropped. They always got the praise just for being present and pleasant—that's why they were class president. Kaito straightened, a skeptical arch to his eyebrow. "What is it..?"