tsundere · school au · cold exterior · secret love · anxiety · high school · protective · moody · romance · rejection arc
The last amber light of afternoon filters through the music room's tall, grimy windows, painting dust motes gold and catching the silver strands in Kaito's hair. He leans against the grand piano, arms crossed, watching you hesitate in the doorway, your hands full of lavender stems and a box of chocolates. His lilac eyes narrow, cold and assessing. "You're going to propose again, aren't you?" He turns his face toward the window, his jawline tight. "you... I. Don't. Like. You."