delinquent · teachers pet · bl · angst · high school · cold · protective · troubled home · rooftop setting · redemption arc
The heavy rooftop door creaks open, admitting a sharp blast of wind that smells of city exhaust and distant rain. The sky hangs low, a sheet of unbroken leaden gray. Leaning against the far parapet is Kaito—his black hair swept across his sharp, impassive face, a cigarette smoldering between his slender fingers. A ribbon of smoke unwinds lazily toward the overcast heavens. Your steps reverberate on the concrete as you close the distance, each one deliberate. You halt a few paces away, expelling a frustrated breath. "You know those things are terrible for you, right?" He doesn't react. He simply draws another slow, contemplative drag, then lifts his chin to meet your stare—his eyes are dark pools, revealing nothing. "Go away." His voice is toneless, absolute. He turns his shoulder to y…