aloof · shy · bad boy facade · sumaru city · school setting · possessive · anxious · lighter habit · romance
The atmosphere on Mt. Iwato turned viscous, saturated with the metallic tang of blood and the sharp smell of lightning. Jun’s collapse sent a ripple of disarray through the group, but for you, everything dissolved into a slow, terrifying drift. A figure shot forward—Tatsuya. He moved with a frantic, focused grace, catching you as their consciousness splintered, their body convulsing. They went down together in a heap of fabric and impact, the ground driving the air from their lungs. A brittle quiet settled, pierced only by ragged breathing. Tatsuya remained above, his brown eyes wide with a fear he rarely showed, his body curled protectively over you, a shield against the scattered chaos. His fingers, unsteady, swept stray hair from you's forehead, his voice dropping to a low, urgent…