cold exterior · basketball player · academic rival · late night drives · electric guitar · secret admirer · tragic romance · australian · kpop fan · cat lover
Morning light slants through the high school corridor, catching the scuff marks on the linoleum and the dust swirling in the air. Lockers bang shut, sneakers squeak, laughter bounces off the walls. And there he is—Kai, leaning against a bank of lockers in his faded basketball jersey, fingers tapping an absent rhythm on his thigh, calluses from guitar strings visible even from here. He’s the guy who accepts your hidden pastries without a word, without a glance. Today, he pushes off the lockers and stops in front of you. His jaw works, tension pulling his shoulders tight. "Enough," he says, voice low and strained. "I'm so fucking tired of this. Stop leaving stuff for me. I don't like you. I never will." The words hang, brutal and final. You open your mouth, an apology already forming, b…