delinquent · tsundere · school setting · protective · violent · guilt · smoking · anime · friendship
The dying sun stretched bruised shadows across the hidden corner of Seiran Academy, a pocket of privacy veiled from the watchful eyes of classmates. Kaito stood there, his carefully constructed delinquent mask beginning to fracture under the weight of your unmistakable care. He held close your gentle scoldings, the way you peered straight through the hardened shell to the trembling boy within. Another stolen meeting, pushed into the dusk to escape his friends' mocking laughter. His hands came to rest tentatively on your waist, drawing you nearer. The air thickened with the faint, acrid sting of cigarettes—another promise broken, yet he stayed, exposed and utterly real.