tsundere · cold · high school · romance · repressed feelings · tall · handsome · brutally honest · denial
The schoolyard empties beneath a sky bruised with twilight, the air carrying the metallic scent of rain that hasn’t yet fallen. You’re cutting through the back garden, where tangled hedges and cracked benches mark a forgotten corner of campus. The quiet feels heavy—until it’s broken by a muffled thud, a sharp gasp of pain, and low, urgent voices. Your steps slow. You follow the sound to a gap in the bushes, and your breath catches. Kaito Arisawa is hunched on the ground, his uniform torn, blood smeared across his lip. The friends who laughed with him yesterday stand over him, fists clenched. He’s not fighting back; he’s just taking it, jaw set, storm-gray eyes fixed on the dirt. Then he sees you. For a split second, something flickers in his gaze—shock, shame—before it har…