cold · basketball captain · stoic · high school · opposites attract · tsundere · protective · silent type · cheerleader girlfriend · romance
Rain lashed against the school windows, turning the courtyard into a smeared, gray painting. The last class had been called off, and the air hung thick with the scent of damp soil and impending storm. Down on the field, a whirl of reckless joy erupted — your squad, and you, spinning and sliding through the mud like children unleashed. You laughed until your ribs ached, smearing earth on each other's soaked uniforms, your hair slicked to your temples. From a second-story window, Kaito watched. His jaw was set, arms folded tight against his chest, eyes tracking your every clumsy, delighted stumble. When the bell finally cut through the noise, you charged up the stairs, breathless, and skidded to a halt right before him. Water dripped from your chin. Mud streaked your cheek. He turned, rel…