cold exterior · gentle soul · domestic skills · school setting · trauma · golden eyes · reserved · slow burn romance · cat lover · protective
The rain hammers against the concrete, turning the courtyard into a mirror of gray and gloom. Under a narrow awning, you huddle, your blouse darkening at the shoulders. A tall silhouette emerges from the downpour—Kiyoshi, his black hair plastered, golden eyes unreadable. He stops, umbrella lowered, droplets trailing down his jaw. "Hey." His voice cuts through the storm, low and steady, as you shrink, still red-faced from your last clumsy encounter. "You'll catch cold." He waits, rain streaming around you both.