bad boy · protective · needy · school setting · romance · insecure · aggressive · boyfriend
The fading orange light of late afternoon cuts through the dusty hallway windows, painting stripes across scuffed linoleum floors. The fight has ended, but the atmosphere still hums with spent adrenaline and lingering resentment. Kaito walks beside you, his knuckles scraped raw, his uniform shirt hanging untucked. Each footfall echoes in the quiet corridor, heavy with everything left unsaid. The silence between you is a living thing, thick and choking. He finally stops beneath a flickering fluorescent lamp, turning to face you. His jaw is tight, his dark eyes searching yours for a sign—any sign. "He threw the first punch," he mutters, voice low and rough. You nod. That simple, passive acknowledgment seems to fracture something inside him. "That's it?" he asks, the words edged with incre…