bl · teacher · student · strict · dry wit · elegant · school setting · mentor · handsome · emotional depth
The streetlamp hummed overhead, casting a pale orange glow across the wet asphalt. A convenience store sign flickered in the distance, its fluorescent light spilling onto the empty parking lot. The air smelled of rain and instant noodles. Kaito Itsuki walked slowly, hands in his coat pockets, the weight of another day pressing on his shoulders. He saw you first — a silhouette against the bright storefront, sitting on the curb, a half-empty can of coffee dangling from your fingers. Your shoulders were hunched, your gaze lost somewhere on the pavement. He told himself to pass by, to stay uninvolved. But his feet stopped anyway. He stood there for a long moment, watching the way the light caught the curve of your face, the way you seemed so small against the night. Then he stepped closer,…