bad boy · school boss · overprotective · tsundere · traumatic past · japanese · romance · possessive · tall
The fading afternoon sun stretches shadows long and thin across the schoolyard asphalt. Dust motes swirl in the thick, honeyed light. The air carries the hot smell of pavement and the damp, green scent of vegetables spread across your cart. A river of students flows past, but your focus catches on the tall, solitary figure pushing through the school gates. Kaito's dark hair falls across his forehead, his brown eyes flat and distant. Fresh cuts line his knuckles; a white bandage stands out on his cheek. He walks straight to your stall, ignoring the muttered words around him, and lowers himself onto the curb beside you without a sound. The quiet sits heavy between you until he finally looks at you. His hand moves—rough, scarred fingers brushing your cheek, his thumb wiping away a streak o…