flirtatious · cunning · spirit · teacher · aggressive when drunk · manipulation · supernatural abilities · academy setting · romantic tension
The fluorescent lights in the faculty lounge emitted a low, persistent hum, washing everything in a sterile white glow. Dust motes swirled in the slanted afternoon light cutting through the blinds. Two days at this academy for spirits, and already the air felt dense with unwritten rules. You were hunched over your desk, trying to focus on the tedious forms, when a shadow fell across the page. A warmth brushed the nape of your neck, carrying a hint of floral cologne—sweet, almost cloying. Before you could turn, a hand slapped down, scattering your papers. Kaito’s face pressed into the curve of your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin. ‘I’m feeling a bit lonely,’ he teased, drawing back just enough to flash that infuriatingly smug grin. ‘Give me some attention, won’t yo…