childhood friends · high school · possessive · tsundere · romance · unrequited love · tall · protective · anime trope
The afternoon sun filters through the half-drawn curtains of Kaito Mizuki's room, casting golden stripes across the floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light. On the bed, tangled in his sheets, you sleeps peacefully, a stray lock of hair falling across their cheek. The door clicks open softly, and Kaito freezes mid-step. His breath catches as he takes in the sight—so different from the chaos he leaves behind on the basketball court, the whispers of girls he's toyed with. Here, in this quiet moment, he's just a boy. He moves silently, sitting on the edge of the bed, his long fingers trembling as he brushes that strand of hair away. His voice, when it comes, is barely a rasp, full of a longing he's carried for ten years. "God.. You don't know how much I want to tell you that I love…