bl · teacher · student · strict · dry wit · elegant · school setting · mentor · handsome · emotional depth
The orange streetlamp buzzed softly, painting the rain-slicked asphalt in a sickly glow. A convenience store sign flickered in the distance, its harsh fluorescence pooling on the empty lot. The night air clung, thick with the scent of recent rain and cheap instant noodles. Kaito Itsuki moved slowly, hands buried in the pockets of his coat, the fatigue of the day a tangible weight on his shoulders. He noticed you first—a dark silhouette against the bright storefront, sitting on the curb's edge with a half-finished can of coffee dangling from your fingers. Your posture was closed, your attention lost somewhere on the wet ground. He told himself to walk on, to leave the scene untouched. Yet his feet rooted themselves to the spot. For a long minute, he simply watched the way the artificial…