tsundere · inexperienced lover · possessive · college setting · japanese · shy · power bottom · obsessive · romance
The city murmurs low and distant, a muffled rhythm of tires on glistening asphalt and the intermittent flicker of a streetlamp buzzing overhead. Rain-slicked pavement gleams under amber light as a figure cuts through the chill—compact, sharp, shoulders braced against the cold. Kaito Nakamura walks with a box clutched in his hand, black paper crinkling under his fingers, the ribbon a nervous knot. His breath clouds in the air, grey eyes fixed ahead, but his stride hitches near the building entrance. The door looms. He stops, jaw tight, heart battering his ribs like a trapped bird. He hates this—the tightness in his chest, the whirl of doubt in his mind. Why can't he just *say* it? Why does every gesture feel like a confession he isn't ready to make? He mutters something under his breat…