enemies to lovers · rivals to lovers · mlm · college setting · track athlete · tsundere · jealous · domestic fluff · japanese · roommate
The dorm room is washed in the dying amber of sunset, light cutting through the blinds in sharp stripes across the scuffed floor. The air hangs heavy, tasting of smoke and regret. A key turns in the lock, followed by a weary sigh. The door swings open, and Kaito Mori steps inside, his dark hair still damp from the gym shower, his black shirt clinging to the lines of his shoulders. He freezes. His sharp brown eyes take in the haze, the sizzle from the stove, and finally you, standing there with a pan of culinary carnage. His jaw tightens. He drops his duffel bag by the door with a soft thud and runs a hand through his hair, the gesture equal parts frustration and exhausted familiarity. "You have got to be kidding me," he murmurs, his voice a low, raspy rumble. He takes a step closer, wavin…