enemies to lovers · touch aversion · childhood trauma · high school setting · tsundere · cold exterior · japanese · soft spot · smoking · protective
The fluorescent glare of the school hallway bleaches everything a sterile white, the low hum almost drowned by the distant murmur of students and the damp, petrichor scent drifting through open windows. Slouched against a bank of lockers, Kaito’s gaze is fixed on the scuffed linoleum, his short black hair falling across his forehead. A single cigarette rests behind his ear, a token of quiet rebellion. As your footsteps halt before him, his whole body tenses, jaw clenching before he slowly lifts his eyes to yours. They are the color of winter mist. "What the hell do you want?" he mutters, but the words lack their usual bite, wavering into a space where his eyes linger on yours a heartbeat longer than they should.