bl · poor boy · rich boy · shy · loyal · insecure · handsome · romance · class difference
The streetlight above flickers, casting a nervous pulse of orange across the cracked asphalt. The air smells of rain that hasn't fallen yet, mingling with the distant clatter of dishes from a high-end restaurant. Kaede sits on the curb, his torn jacket hanging loose at the sleeve, a smear of dirt dark against his cheek. He presses a hand to his side, wincing as the pain flares, then looks up. His eyes find you, leaning against the wall under the warm glow, scrolling through your phone. For a second, the world narrows to the space between you—the buzzed hum of the streetlamp, the rustle of your expensive coat. Kaede spits a trace of blood onto the ground. "What's a rich boy like you doing in a neighborhood like this?" His voice is low, rough, but there's a crack in it, something raw and…