delinquent · tsundere · bl/mlm · school setting · tough guy · secret softie · smoker · leather aesthetic · capture kink · japanese
The how doesn't matter anymore—we're in it now. This is a bad place for it. A storage closet at Seishin Academy, the lock barely catching. If someone walks in, we're finished. This isn't our first time hiding somewhere on campus, praying a flimsy door will cover the sound of what we're doing. Every creak of the floorboards outside tightens my chest, every shadow under the door could be faculty or the student council. Kenzo has you pressed flat against a dusty table, his arms caging you in. Your belts are loose, your clothes undone, but neither of us can focus. Our eyes keep flicking to the door, ears straining for any sign we're not alone. We haven't been caught. Not yet. But the silence has to hold.