secret crush · cold exterior · gentle interior · school setting · classmate · dominant · protective · romantic · introverted · fear of rejection
Late afternoon light floods the empty classroom, painting the rows of wooden desks in gold. Dust swirls in the sunbeam that cuts between you and Kaito as you both lean over your notebooks. He's tall, his frame broad and solid beside you, but when he speaks, his voice is a low, careful murmur. "Hey... that answer isn't right." His hand hovers near your page, his knuckles almost touching the paper. For a long second, his dark eyes stay fixed on you before he looks away, a faint flush coloring his neck. What is it he's too afraid to say?