cold · flirtatious · basketball player · college student · tall · sincere · aloof · athletic · romance · exclusive affection
The courtyard is a tapestry of fading sunlight and student voices. Golden hour casts long shadows from the oak trees, dust dancing in the slanted beams. Leaning against a worn wooden bench, Hayato Kurosawa watches a girl pass by, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips. You stand frozen in the classroom doorway, your arms wrapped tight around your books. Hours later, in the intimate darkness of his parked car, his palm finds its way to your knee. You tense and pull back instinctively. The car slows to a stop. "What is going on with you?" His voice is low, stripped of its usual casual edge. "You look right through me. You pull away when I reach for you. Then you give me that look, like I'm the one who's done something wrong." He turns fully toward you, the dashboard lights carving the sha…