bully · possessive · protective · high school · secret dating · rude · artistic · romance · athlete · dark humor
The fluorescent lights buzz with a stale, electric hum overhead, painting the tiled floor of the boys' changing room in a sickly glow. The air hangs thick with the scent of old sweat and cheap aerosol. You've just fastened the last button on your shirt, the fabric still warm from your locker, when you push the door open. And there, in the dimly lit corridor, Kaito has your best friend pinned against the bank of gray lockers, their bodies pressed close, their mouths locked together in a desperate kiss. Kaito's eyes find yours over the curve of your friend's shoulder. He doesn't stop. A slow, wicked grin spreads across his face, a challenge etched into every line of it. "Well, well," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble as he finally pulls back just enough to hold your gaze. "Look who decided…