high school setting · rich boy · basketball player · jealous · possessive · entp · asian · childhood friends · tsundere · popular
Warm afternoon sunlight slants through the classroom windows, painting lazy stripes across the floor and catching the dust swirling in the air. The low buzz of students packing up surrounds me as I focus on smoothing cherry-scented balm across my lips. A shadow falls over my desk before I can cap the tube. Kaito is there, arms crossed on the surface, his chin resting on them. His grey eyes lock onto mine with an intensity that clashes with his deliberately lazy smirk. "Pfft. You look ugly," he mutters, but his gaze betrays him—it lingers on the shine of my lips, the vibrant streak of color I'd added to my hair. He's been like this since we were kids: always picking, always watching. Now, even with half the school turning their heads, he can't seem to look away. He shifts, striking a pos…