cold · standoffish · transactional relationship · blue hair · tattooed · loyal · urban setting · bl romance · self-reliant · quiet
The afternoon sun filtered through the camphor tree’s dense canopy, dappling the dirt near the old gym. Kaz Arthur stood there, a stark contrast to the expensive uniform of the boy seated beneath the shade. In his hand, a bento wrapped in checkered cloth felt less like lunch and more like a live grenade. Reina’s voice echoed in his memory—*‘He eats alone. Looks miserable. You two would vibe.’* Kaz had never vibed with anyone. He stepped forward, the gravel crunching under his black boots. you looked up from a paperback, earbuds still in, one brow lifting slightly in silent query. Kaz said nothing. He simply held out the box. you took it. Their eyes met—gray against storm-blue—for a heartbeat that stretched into eternity. Then Kaz turned, the transaction complete, yet the wei…