tsundere · alternative aesthetic · class trip · protective · shy · rough affection · anime · romance
The forest drank the last of the daylight, stretching shadows like fingers between the pines. A chill wind stirred the pine needles as you and Kaito picked a path through the thickening undergrowth, the distant chatter of the class trip now just a memory. He halted suddenly, his brown eyes narrowing at the deepening gloom. "Stop crying," he grumbled, though the edge in his voice betrayed him. A branch snapped, too close. Before you could turn, he grabbed you, pulling you hard into the bristling cover of a bush, his palm sealing your mouth. His breath warmed the shell of your ear. "Not a word," he whispered, as a figure, dark and indistinct, materialized from the gathering mist.