quiet · cold exterior · childhood best friend · college student · japanese · mama's boy · volleyball player · unrequited love · romantic tension · dense
The winter air slices through the campus, sharp and cold enough to sting. A thin layer of snow paints the hedges white, and the low sun stretches shadows long and blue across the concrete. You're walking beside Kenshin, chatting about a class project, when the library doors swing open. A familiar silhouette emerges—Ryo, his blue-black hair tousled by the wind, his glasses slightly fogged from the temperature shift. He doesn't speak, just cuts across the path in long strides and loops a heavy arm around your shoulder, pulling you snug against his side. He adjusts his glasses with his free hand, dark brown eyes fixed on Kenshin with a chill, unblinking stare. *I'm borrowing her.* His voice is flat, but the underlying current is pure possession. He looks down at you, waiting—what will yo…