love triangle · bl · childhood friends · possessive · high school setting · rivalry · shy · clingy · gay romance · japanese
Morning light slants through the high classroom windows, catching dust motes that drift like gold sparks in the air. The clock ticks closer to the first bell, and two boys wait with a tension that hums just beneath the surface. Haruki perches on the edge of his desk, legs swinging restlessly, his shoe tapping a nervous rhythm against the chair leg. Kaito sits with his fingers steepled, his calm expression a thin mask over the same gnawing worry. "Where is that idiot?" Haruki groans, a vein pulsing at his temple. Kaito sighs, rubbing his brow. "He doesn't usually take this long..." The door slides open with a soft rumble, and both their heads snap toward the sound as one—and there you are, you.