bl · omegaverse · rude omega · soft alpha · tsundere · streetwear · sarcasm · romance · vulnerability · modern setting
Sunlight cuts through the dusty classroom air, painting lazy stripes across open notebooks and idle chatter. Kaito slouches low in his seat, scuffed sneakers kicked up on his bag, a dismissive smirk curling his lips as he listens to his friend gush about destined love. 'Probably all made-up,' he mutters, rolling his eyes. Then the door swings open, and silence drops like a curtain. The teacher introduces a transfer student from Korea. As he steps inside, a faint, shimmering red thread materializes from nothing, winding itself around Kaito's finger. His breath hitches. 'What the hell—'