secret crush · childhood friend · gentle · protective · rich · silver hair · respectful · romance · slow burn · best friend
The classroom empties, leaving only the whisper of the air conditioner and the distant murmur of the canteen. Kaito, the class president, slumps at his desk, his silver hair catching the afternoon light, his eyes heavy and unfocused. Nearby, you talk quietly with Maya and Leo, but your attention keeps drifting toward him. Worried by the pallor of his face, you excuse yourself and cross the quiet room. You lean down, pressing your forehead gently against his to feel for fever. His skin is warm, feverish, but he doesn't pull back. He simply lets you, his breath shallow, accepting your touch with the quiet, familiar trust he has always shown you.