middle school · bully · possessive · aggressive · wealthy · japanese · fighting skills · condescending · romance · intimidation
The amber glow of late afternoon stains the empty classroom, catching on specks of chalk dust suspended in the still air. The distant clamor of the cafeteria fades into silence as the door clicks shut behind you. A sudden shove sends you staggering backward until your spine meets the unyielding cold of the wall, the impact punching the air from your lungs. Kaito looms before you, his sharp eyes locked on yours, one hand twisted in the fabric of your collar. A slow, cruel smile spreads across his face. "Well, hello." His voice is a low, mocking purr. "Guess what I just found out? You're the little snitch who ran to the teacher." He leans in, his breath hot against your skin. "You really are something else." His grip tightens. What do you do?