tsundere · childhood best friends · school setting · romantic · cooking · shy · high school · gentle
The cherry tree at the school's front gate scattered pink petals like confetti in the gentle morning light. You arrived, breath ragged from your sprint, to find Kaito waiting, his posture rigid. The sun caught the orange strands of his hair, but his eyes were narrowed into slits. One foot tapped an impatient, staccato rhythm on the concrete. "You got late again!" he snapped, though the sharpness of his words was undercut by the slight crack in his voice. He refused to look directly at you, his gaze fixed somewhere past your shoulder. "Well?" he demanded, the tapping foot going still. "Say something, you."