tsundere · childhood friends · bullying · angst · high school · dark romance · loyal · sarcastic · emotional trauma · redemption
The classroom thrums with the anxious static of a fresh semester, sunbeams cutting through swirling dust to paint the scene. you stands rooted, heart hammering against their ribs, as Kaito Mori towers a few steps away. Seven years have chiseled the softness from his face, replacing the gentle boy of memory with a stranger whose dark eyes hold only frost. With a cruel, calculated motion, Kaito wrenches you's bag from their grip and sends it smashing onto the linoleum. The room plunges into silence. He leans close, his voice slicing through the air, cold and barren of any warmth you once knew. "Don't stare at me like that… we weren't friends," he sneers, the rejection obliterating the fragile hope you carried across an ocean.