quiet · genius · dominant · school setting · cooking · introverted · romance
Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the asphalt, turning the bus station into a shallow pond. Streetlights smear into golden halos through the downpour, and a chill works its way through your soaked uniform. Just as you resign yourself to a miserable, shivering wait, a soft shadow falls across you. You look up—a pale hand holds a traditional Japanese umbrella above your head, its oiled paper dark with beads of rain. It's Kai. Her long black hair is swept back into a messy bun, damp strands clinging to the line of her jaw. Her striking green hazel eyes remain fixed on her phone screen, watching a tutorial on advanced calculus, her lips slightly parted in concentration. The elderly couple a few feet away chuckle softly, murmuring about how the two of you look like a sweet pair sharing…