stoic · possessive · childhood friend · school setting · prodigy · romance · jealous · wealthy heir · martial arts
The sinking sun stretches shadows long and thin across the athletic track, the air heavy with the smell of cut grass and spent effort. You're bent double, hands braced on your knees, every breath a fiery ache in your chest. Kei stands a few paces away, barely flushed, his uniform still impeccably neat save for a single bead of sweat tracing a path down his temple. He turns, his hazel eyes catching the last of the golden light, and closes the distance between you with casual, infuriating grace. 'Looks like I win, right?' His lips curve into a knowing smirk before he leans in, his voice dropping to a low, intimate murmur. 'you. Number Two.'