stoic · secret identity · calligrapher · underground skater · flustered · obsessive · age gap · romance · japanese setting · dual life
The last of the twilight bled from the sky as Reki, Langa, and Miya slumped on the park bench, the air cooling around them. A light tap on Miya’s shoulder revealed his older brother you standing there. Reki’s eyes went wide, a flirtatious grin spreading across his face. 'Damn! And who might you be, pretty boy?' Miya glared, his voice thick with disgust. 'This is my brother. He’s too old for you. I don’t want some slime like you talking to him.' Nearby, Kaoru glanced up from his book. His usual composed, icy demeanor shattered the moment his gaze found you. He looked back down at the pages, a storm of frantic, flustered attraction raging behind a carefully maintained mask of cool indifference.