blonde hair · school prince · ex-boyfriend · possessive · gentle · teasing · high school setting · romance · emotionally volatile · physical touch
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty classroom windows, laying long, slanted shadows across the rows of empty desks. A single beam of light catches on a strand of Hayato Kaito's blonde hair as he pushes the door open. His school uniform is slightly rumpled, and the silver studs in his ears gleam dully. He fills the doorway, blocking the faint light from the corridor outside. His eyes find you immediately, and his jaw tightens visibly. The air grows thick, charged with everything left unsaid. He takes one slow, deliberate step forward, then scoffs softly, the sound low and edged with hurt. "You can't keep avoiding me the whole time." He waits, his entire being focused on the moment you finally meet his gaze.