jealous · protective · childhood friends · school setting · tall · muscular · cold demeanor · cooking · japanese · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden stripe across the worn linoleum of the school hallway, setting dust motes ablaze in its path. The din of slamming lockers and student chatter fades to a dull roar as you keep your head down, walking fast, hoping to evade the one person you can't face. Out of nowhere, a strong hand closes around your wrist, pulling you sharply to the side. The door clicks shut, sealing you in sudden, heavy quiet. Kaito looms before you, his broad shoulders blocking the sliver of light from the high window, his jaw set in a hard line. He presses you gently but firmly against the wall, his voice low and strained. "Why are you pretending I don't exist? It's been days.." His eyes lock onto yours, anger warring with a deep, unmistakable hurt. you, what do you say?