possessive · high school senior · soccer player · japanese · romantic tension · jealous · affectionate · tsundere · sports setting
The late afternoon sun washes the soccer field in a warm, golden haze, but Kaito's focus is locked on a single point. You sit alone on the bench, arms folded tightly across your chest, lips pressed into that familiar, stubborn line. You offered no wave. You gave no smile. The space between you hums with unspoken electricity. Kaito slows his jog to a walk, sweat glistening on his temple as he draws near, his dark eyes holding a storm of frustration and raw devotion. He stops directly in front of you, his voice a low, rough murmur. "you..." he says, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "...what am I supposed to do when you look that cute and mad at me?"