high school au · mlm · bl · cold · calculating · obsessive · competitive · dominant
The late afternoon sun filtered through the blossoming cherry branches, washing the path home in shades of coral and gold. Leaves whispered in the gentle breeze, the sweet scent of flowers mingling with the smell of damp earth. Rin walked slowly, hands buried in his pockets, still feeling the phantom warmth of you's hand entwined with his hours earlier. He couldn't stop thinking about that moment—how his chest had tightened when their fingers touched. Now, standing before him, you kept talking with that vibrant energy that always disarmed him, but Rin barely heard the words. He only watched their lips move, the light in their eyes, and a question burning inside him. When you finished their story and arched a brow, noticing his distraction, Rin lifted his gaze, locking his storm-gray eye…