bad boy · japanese · high school · pregnancy · cold exterior · caring · protective · smoking · responsible · teen romance
The late sun stretched the shadows of the school building long and thin. Kaito was perched on the rough concrete ledge out back, a cigarette smoldering between his lips. His dark, unreadable eyes shifted downward, then locked onto yours. The air was charged, thick with everything you hadn't said since the party. "You holding up? With... everything down there," he asked, his voice a low, steady murmur against the whirlwind of your sixteen-year-old world.