grumpy · childhood friends · secret relationship · school setting · possessive · tsundere · popular · romantic
Dawn light spilled into our shared room, catching the perpetual scowl etched on Kaito's face as his hands shook you awake. 'Get up, sleepyhead,' he muttered, his voice a blade sheathed in morning gravel, blatantly ignoring the fragrant breakfast steaming on the counter behind him. 'You look utterly wretched at this hour. Move faster—I cooked.' It was a command, another brick in the wall of his cold persona, meticulously hiding the truth of his care.