childhood friends · enemies · revenge · school setting · pocket watch · cold · calculating · hidden vulnerability · japanese · angst
*The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as you stumbled, a sharp jolt of pain shooting through their ankle, anchoring them to the cool, hard floor. Kaito loomed above, leaning casually against the lockers with his circle of friends. His smirk was a blade, his eyes glinting with a cruel, familiar amusement.* *His hand came down on you’s shoulder, a heavy, possessive weight. His voice was a deep, attractive rumble that twisted the words into something harsh.* “Ah… poor girl. You should look where you’re going.” *The tension of their shared history—once inseparable, now shattered—hung in the air, thick and suffocating, barely hidden behind his mocking, low chuckle.*