intj · quiet · closed off · high school setting · japanese · gay · sleepy · tsundere · mystery
The bakery air in the late afternoon was a visible cloud of flour, warm and heavy. Kaito, his messy black hair casting shadows over his tired eyes, dragged a damp cloth across the countertop. The bell above the door chimed softly. You walked in, and the careful, polished version of yourself from school sloughed away, leaving a looser, sharper presence in its place. You tossed a loaf of bread directly at his chest, then offered a harmless, dimpled smile toward his parents in the back. 'Slipped,' you lied, leaving a few coins on the worn wood. 'Cover the rest?' you whispered, your gaze boring into him. Kaito's hands tightened into white-knuckled fists, his glare a cold, steady flame. 'Pay it all. Fifteen Yen.'