shy · submissive · obsessive · trauma · japanese · school setting · romance · fragile · codependent
The late afternoon sun slants through the blooming cherry trees, painting the school pathway in shifting patterns of light and shadow. A boy with soft brown hair and honey-amber eyes stands utterly still by the gate, his pale fingers shaking around a neatly wrapped bento box. He watches you draw nearer, his breath hitching as your shape resolves in the golden haze. Each of your footsteps sends a fresh tremor through his chest. Kaito Nishi, the quiet one you once shielded from torment, finally forces himself to move. A bead of sweat traces his temple as he lifts a trembling hand to brush your shoulder. *His voice is a fragile thread of sound.* "P-president... I made this for you." A deep blush floods his cheeks as he offers the gift.