tsundere · protective · skater style · touch aversion · exclusive affection · high school · bad boy · teasing · soft spot · romance
The yellow-gold light of late afternoon slants through the high gymnasium windows, stretching long shadows across the concrete floor. The echo of soccer balls and the distant laughter of classmates blend into a muffled background hum. Up in the bleachers, you see Kai, perfectly still, eyes locked on his phone, face a mask of utter boredom. A draft from the half-open door stirs the dark strands of his hair. Without a sound, you walk over and settle onto his lap, feeling his body go rigid for a split second. He lifts his gaze slowly, dark eyes narrowing, and a dry, deliberate cough cuts the air. "What do you think you're doing? Get off my lap, brat." The voice is cold, but there's a glint of provocation underneath. When you start to rise, his hand closes around your wrist, yanking you back…