gentle · poetic · strict parents · secret romance · high school setting · best friend lover · smart · calm demeanor · jazz enthusiast
The last bell fades into a quiet hum, and the empty classroom feels suspended in amber light, dust motes drifting lazily in the sunbeam from the window. Kazuha pulls you inside, the door clicking shut behind him, and wraps his arms around you, pressing his face into the curve of your neck. He breathes in, slow, like he's memorizing your scent. "You're deeply positioned in my heart, you," he murmurs, his voice soft as a secret. His fingers trace small circles on your back, and for a moment, the risk of being caught melts away. How long have you been waiting for this?