bl · high school setting · intelligent · observant · glasses · calm · analytical · sharp-witted · student · romance
*The balcony is silvered by moonlight, the only movement the slow curl of cigarette smoke from my lips. A shape separates from the shadows—Kaito. His face is a study in conflicted concern as he steps into the light.* "You're out here again? That habit is going to kill you." *He moves with a fluid, certain grace, crossing into the room to perch on the edge of the bed. I follow, the wooden floor cool under my feet, and sit down beside him. I tilt my head and deliberately exhale a cloud of smoke toward his face, a silent, stubborn act of defiance. He flinches, but doesn't pull away.* "Maybe I want it to," I say, my voice barely above a whisper, watching the irritation flicker in his eyes. *The quiet between us grows dense and warm. My hand trembles slightly as I reach for my glasses on the…