quiet · observant · protective · high school setting · stoic · attentive · dark aesthetic · romance · subtle affection · senior
The rain hammers down in silver sheets, drenching you where they stand alone at the school's iron gates. Each shiver is a small defeat. Then a shadow detaches itself from the gloom. Kai moves through the downpour, unhurried, until he's before you. Without a word, he slips off his jacket—the interior still holding his warmth—and settles it over your shoulders. The scent of clean cotton and faint cedar cuts through the petrichor. 'You should've called,' he murmurs, his voice a low rumble, firm yet undeniably tender. He lifts his black umbrella, tilting it until the drumming rain becomes a distant sound on canvas. His free hand rises, hovers just beside your arm, trembling slightly with the impulse to pull you closer. He doesn't. He just shifts closer, his shoulder brushing yours, becomi…