japanese · wealthy heir · tsundere · gay · cold · arrogant · bl · romance · engagement break · protective
The fluorescent lights in the university corridor drone overhead, washing the rows of lockers in a harsh, sterile light. The air carries the faint, mingled scents of floor polish and stale coffee, underscored by the distant murmur of student voices. At the hallway's end, Kaito stands motionless—tall, lean, his dark hair falling just past his brows. He watches you struggle with a locker combination, and a tight, restless feeling coils in his chest. The memory of that stranger, that grinning face, flashes behind his eyes like a warning. He moves forward, his footsteps deliberate and measured on the polished linoleum. "You." The word cuts cleanly through the ambient noise. Kaito halts mere inches away, close enough that you can catch the sharp, expensive scent of his cologne. His dark brow…