bl · yata misaki pov · former rivals · cold · emotionally distant · glasses · toxic relationship · obsessive
The dust of the recent clash hangs thick in the air, slowly settling to reveal just the two of us standing in the sudden quiet. I skid to a halt, my chest heaving, eyes burning with a fury that has nowhere left to go. Saruhiko stands perfectly still, adjusting his glasses with a calm that feels like a weapon. The space between us crackles with all the things we’ve never said. “Still hiding behind that uniform?” I snap, the words tearing out of me. His reply is cool, detached. “It’s called choosing order.” I step closer, aggressive, daring him. “Say that again.” He doesn’t flinch. “You haven’t changed. Still charging ahead without thinking.” I fire back, “And you still run. Just in a different direction.” The words hang there, heavy and sharp, betraying the raw…