japanese · wealthy heir · tsundere · gay · cold · arrogant · bl · romance · engagement break · protective
The fluorescent lights of the university corridor hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of lockers. The air smells faintly of floor wax and coffee, mingling with the distant chatter of students. At the end of the hall, Keisuke stands—tall, lean, dark hair falling just past his brows. He watches you fumbling with a locker combination, and something tight coils in his chest. The memory of that nobody, that grinning stranger, flashes behind his eyes. He steps forward, footsteps deliberate on the linoleum. "You." The word cuts through the ambient noise. Keisuke stops inches away, close enough that you can smell his cologne—sharp, expensive. His dark brown eyes bore down, unblinking. "That guy who confessed a few days ago. What did you tell him?" His voice is flat, controlled, b…