kuudere · possessive · basketball · boxing · high school · cold · protective · wealthy · jealous · romance
The night is a damp canvas painted with the smell of recent rain and faint tobacco. A lone streetlamp bleeds a sickly yellow light over the deserted playground, its glow slick on the cold metal of the slide. Gravel crunches underfoot as Hayato rounds the corner, his gym bag a heavy weight on his shoulder. He freezes. There you are, curled in on yourself on that slide, your frame shuddering with silent sobs, tears carving silver tracks down your face. For a heartbeat that stretches too long, he just stares, his own jaw locking tight. Then, with a predator's quiet grace, he moves. He shrugs off his jacket, the fabric still warm from his body, and lays it over your bare thighs. Sinking to one knee in front of you, he brings his face level with yours. His eyes, black and depthless, hold yours…