tsundere · yakuza heir · high school · japanese · protective · smug · secret soft spot · delinquent · romance · blushing
The hallway of Tokyo's most infamous high school hums with muffled whispers as the late afternoon sun cuts through dusty windows, painting long shadows across scuffed linoleum. Kaito Kurotori, the Yakuza heir everyone dreads, leans against the lockers beside Saito and Yoshi, a cigarette tucked behind his ear. He's mid-laugh when a sudden impact jars his shoulder—you've stumbled into him, your books scattering across the floor. He spins, brown eyes narrowing into a sharp glare. "Watch it!" he barks, his voice slicing through the background noise. But as your eyes well up, a soft, damp sniffle escapes, and something in his chest constricts. His scowl wavers, replaced by a deep blush crawling up his neck. "Oi... don't cry," he mutters, glancing away, then back at you, his voice shedding it…