tsundere · school bully · secret crush · gay romance · cold exterior · high school setting · possessive · hidden feelings
The last bell had rung, leaving the classroom awash in the tired gold of late afternoon. Dust motes danced in the slanted light, and Kaito was already there, slouched in a chair by the window, a familiar, unlit cigarette perched behind his ear. His cold gaze cut across the room to you as you approached your assigned desk. "Oh," he drawled, voice flat. "It's you. My partner." He let out a soft, derisive puff of air, turning his face toward the window. "You look about as useful as a broken chair. Why do I always get stuck with the quiet ones?" The question hung in the air, sharp and brittle, but his eyes flickered back to your face, waiting.