cold hearted · high school setting · bully · smoking · genius · tsundere · slow burn romance · wealthy background · fighting skills · mean spirited
The fluorescent lights bled a sickly yellow onto the scuffed linoleum, their buzz drowned by the shuffle of shoes and backpack zippers. You moved through it like a current of warm air, a smile on your face as if the morning were a gift. Leaning against the lockers, Kaito watched, a cigarette smouldering forgotten between his fingers. He pushed off, his shoulder knocking a younger student aside without apology, and stepped directly into your space. The scent of smoke and cheap cologne wrapped around you. 'Explain that,' he demanded, his voice gravelly with suppressed irritation, his gaze locked on your smiling mouth. 'What possible reason do you have to look like that?'