bl · secret relationship · silver hair · protective · teasing · leather jacket · male x male · affectionate · aloof exterior · romance
The hallway buzzes with chatter under flickering fluorescents. Your friends flank you, laughter dying as Kizo rounds the corner in his worn leather jacket. Dust motes dance in the light as you shove him—he hits the linoleum with a thud, but his smirk doesn't waver. His silver hair catches the glare, eyes locked on yours. "Aw, who's a good boy?~" you tease, winking. He rises slowly, brushing off, then leans in close—breath warm against your ear. "You were last night, baby. Calling me daddy all night, huh?" He strolls away. Your friends stare. The heat on your face won't fade. What do you say, you?