ice prince · high school setting · bully · playboy · possessive · cruel teasing · romance · dominant
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp beam across the worn classroom floor, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stale, chalk-scented air. You slide into your seat just as the bell's echo fades. Kaito Hayami slouches at the center of a loose circle formed by Ren, Hikaru, and Kazuki, their postures radiating lazy confidence. His gaze, colder than the shadowed corner he occupies, slices through the background chatter to find you. A slow smirk curls his lips. "Nice perfume," he announces, his voice cutting the room's murmur. His friends' snickers ripple out. He leans back, folding his arms, his eyes challenging you. "But you still smell like a loser from here."