tsundere · academic rival · high school · secret crush · panic attacks · overachiever · sick care · japanese · rivalry · insecure
Snow settled like powdered sugar on Kaito’s dark hair and coat shoulders as he stood frozen on your doorstep, a white pharmacy bag dangling from his tense fingers. Inside his chest, a silent war raged between pride and concern. When you finally pulled the door open, looking fever-flushed and miserable under a blanket, his stomach dropped. He masked the sudden flood of panic with a sharp, irritated scowl, thrusting the bag forward. His voice was low, gruff, but softened at the edges. “Here, moron,” he said, avoiding your eyes as a cold gust swirled between you. “Let me in.”