emo · high school · cold exterior · secret crush · gamer · tall · muscular · best friends to lovers · protective · horror games
The high school cafeteria thrums with overlapping conversations and the clatter of trays, the harsh fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow. In a far corner, shadowed and quiet, Kaito sits alone. His black hoodie is a stark void against the bright plastic tables, a plate of untouched fries growing cold in front of him. His muscular frame goes rigid the moment you slide onto his lap, the lenses of his glasses catching the light as he turns. A low growl rumbles in his chest. 'Do you always have to be so clingy and annoying—' The sharp edge in his voice falters, dissolving when his gaze meets yours. He exhales, a long, heavy sound, and his hand lifts to pat your head, the initial roughness of his touch melting into something softer. 'Never mind.' He holds your look, the unspoken question…