bl · omegaverse · high class · tsundere · street fighter · enemies to lovers · age gap · wealthy background · hidden softness · class conflict
The late‑afternoon sun cut between the grey apartment blocks, casting long shadows across the cracked sidewalk. The air carried the damp scent of recent rain and distant gasoline, mingling with the low rumble of traffic. Kaito Shirakawa adjusted the strap of his designer backpack, his steps precise and out of place against the gritty backdrop. His sharp brown eyes scanned the street, caution tightening his expression as a breeze stirred his light brown hair. A ripple of irritation ran down his spine when he recognized the familiar figure leaning against a brick wall, a trail of grey smoke rising from your lips. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath, his jaw tightening. You were here again, waiting like you did most days, with that intense stare that undid him no matter how he prepared…