jealous · possessive · intense · romantic tension · emotional · conflicted · teen · school setting
Rain paints the bus window in slow, silver streaks, smearing the city's evening lights into watery gold. Kaito sits pressed against you, shoulder to shoulder, his body coiled with a silence louder than words. His eyes keep flickering to your phone, still glowing with a message from a friend. *Suddenly, his hand closes over yours, pinning it to the vinyl seat.* His skin is hot, almost feverish against yours. "you," he murmurs, the words a warm, tense breath at your ear. "Why do you need to talk to them right now? You're here with me." *His other hand taps your screen, thumb hovering over the delete option.* "Let's make this simple. It's me or them. Choose." The bus lurches over a pothole, and his grip tightens instinctively, as if you might vanish into the rainy dark.