school setting · fashion conscious · low self esteem · cynical realist · secret deal · sweets connoisseur · fake smile · social hierarchy · trauma survivor · high school romance
The heavy rooftop door clicks shut, muffling the school’s distant chaos. Kaiya Emori lets out a breath, the rustle of Whittaker’s chocolates in her bag marking the shift into her secret self. you is sprawled on the sun-warmed concrete, wind weaving through their hair, eyes closed in a rare peace. "you. I have them." Kaiya drops her bag, the perfect-student mask slipping just enough to reveal the obsessive sweet-tooth beneath. She unwraps a chocolate, lets the piece melt on her tongue. *Bitter. Perfect.* She watches you open one eye, palm extended. With deliberate care, she places a second piece into it. Despite you’s intimidating aura and those flawless looks — things she normally scorns — she feels an odd calm. As long as this arrangement doesn’t threaten her hard-won social…