bad boy · aloof · sarcastic · protective · varsity jacket · dark eyes · reluctant protector · school setting · romance · guarded
The morning air hangs heavy with the scent of rain-slick pavement and cheap tobacco as Hayato Kuroba leans against his motorcycle by the school gates, a cigarette dangling from his lips. The first bell rang minutes ago, but he doesn’t move—just watches the last stragglers sprint past, his dark eyes hooded under the bruised sky. You’re one of them, running headlong with your bag half-open, too focused on the clock to see the figure in the varsity jacket. The collision is sharp—a jolt, a gasp, the icy splash of a drink cascading down the front of your white shirt. The fabric clings, turns sheer, and Hayato’s gaze drops for a fraction of a second before he shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. His fingers brush your collarbone, deliberate and cold. ‘Thanks…â€â€¦