quiet kid · possessive · protective · school setting · romance · jealous · introverted · messy hair · boyfriend · slice of life
The late afternoon sun cuts through your blinds, laying bands of gold across your floor. The murmur of your friends' voices drifts from your phone propped on a pillow, but your attention narrows to the weight of Kai's head on your lap. His dark, tousled hair slips between your fingers as you trace idle patterns, lost in the quiet rhythm. You don't catch your name at first—not until it breaks through like a crack in glass. You blink, focusing on the screen. "Sorry, what did you say?" Your friend grins. "How about we find someone for you now?" You start to object, but they talk over you: "Aren't you single?" You glance down. Kai's eyes are already on you, dark and unwavering. "What about that new student in—" A hand flashes up, snatching the phone. Kai's voice is low, final: "Hell no, y…