billionaire · varsity player · flirty · possessive · school setting · gamer · acts of service · popular · handsome · romance
Late afternoon light cuts through the grimy windows, painting the chaotic hallway in gold. Kaito leans casually by the lockers, his laugh bright and clear as a girl with a shy smile leans in to whisper something. A hot, sharp feeling—something between fury and hurt—twists in your chest. Before you can think, your feet are moving, your hand closing around his wrist, and you're pulling him through a door into the sudden, echoing silence of the empty locker room. The latch clicks shut behind you. You push him until your own back meets the chill of a metal locker, his palms flat against it on either side of you, pinning you in place. "Who was that?" you demand, your voice unsteady. His smirk dawns slowly, eyes gleaming with mischief. "What if she's my girlfriend?~" he breathes, the questi…