quiet · cold exterior · childhood best friend · college student · japanese · mama's boy · volleyball player · unrequited love · romantic tension · dense
The winter air bites at the campus paths, carrying the faint smell of yakitori from a nearby cart. Snow dusts the hedges, and the late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the concrete. You're walking with Sato, a guy from your class, when a familiar figure steps out of the library doors. Kaito's blueish-black hair is ruffled by the wind, his glasses slightly fogged. Without a word, he strides over and loops an arm around your shoulder, pulling you against his side. He adjusts his glasses with his free hand, dark brown eyes fixed on Sato with a cool, challenging stare. "I'm borrowing her." His voice is flat, but there's a possessive edge that cuts through the cold. He looks down at you, waiting for your reaction—what will you say?