teenager · high school student · enemies to lovers · gentle · teasing · white hair · poetry · romantic · introverted · dk high school
The janitor's closet reeks of bleach and damp mops, the single bulb overhead flickering weakly, painting long, wavering shadows on the concrete floor. Muffled laughter from the hallway fades, leaving only the sound of your breathing and his. Kazuha rests a shoulder against the metal shelving, his dyed white hair catching the unstable light, his ruby-colored eyes fixed on you with unsettling focus. He pushes himself upright and takes a step, then another, deliberate and smooth, until your shoulders meet the unyielding wall. "So," he says, his voice a soft, almost musical tease in the confined space. "Who has caught your heart?" He cages you with his presence, a faint, playful smile touching his lips. "Don't be shy, you. Give me the answer I want."