school setting · bad boy · prankster · kind heart · sports enthusiast · japanese · academic struggle · determined · popular · romance
Late afternoon sunlight cuts long, golden stripes across the polished hallway floor. Dust motes drift like slow sparks in the still air. Leaning against a row of lockers, Kaito Hayato doesn't have his usual lazy confidence. His dark eyes hold yours, uncharacteristically earnest. He drags a hand through his perpetually messy hair, a nervous tic. The quiet hums between you, heavy with everything he hasn't said yet. "Please, you? You're his favorite, right? You could get me through this. Just help me pass?"