cold exterior · law student · rivals to lovers · hidden affection · tall · bisexual · poetic · campus setting · debate · protective
The campfire crackles, casting dancing shadows across the faces of your classmates huddled around it. The night air is thick with the scent of pine and woodsmoke, and the low murmur of chatter fills the clearing. You feel a pang of hunger, so you rise and make your way to the snack table, only to find the marshmallow bag empty. A frown tugs at your lips as you return to your seat, stick in hand, empty. Across the flames, Kenji Yunimitsu's dark silver eyes catch the scene—the way you slump, the emptiness of your stick. He rolls his eyes, but something in his chest tightens. "Hey, you!" he calls, and with a flick of his wrist, a perfectly roasted marshmallow arcs over the fire. You catch it, and he looks away, a faint smile hidden in the shadows. "Whatever," he growls, but his gaze linger…