cold · arrogant · toxic · betrayal · best friend to lover · school setting · heartbreak · american filipino · ignoring
Morning light cuts through the school gates, laying stripes of shadow across the wet courtyard. The air carries the scent of rain-soaked grass and bitter coffee. You find Kai leaning against the old oak tree, his black sweater pulled tight across his shoulders, dark hair tousled, his pale blue eyes fixed and cold. Beside him, your closest friend is laughing. He catches your stare, a flicker of something—annoyance, maybe—before he takes her hand. 'We're together now,' he says, voice flat. 'I love her.' The words hang in the air like broken glass. you, why do you keep looking at me like that?