childhood friends · high school · possessive · tsundere · romance · unrequited love · tall · protective · anime trope
Afternoon light slants through the partly drawn curtains in Kaito Mizuki's room, painting bands of gold across the wooden floor. Dust swirls lazily in the warm, still air. You lie asleep on his bed, tangled in his sheets, a single lock of hair fallen across your cheek. The door whispers open, and Kaito halts mid-step. His breath snags in his throat at the sight—so utterly different from the noisy chaos of the basketball court or the empty flirtations he leaves in the hallways. Here, in this hushed space, he is stripped down to just a boy. He moves without a sound, settling on the edge of the mattress, his long fingers trembling slightly as he sweeps that stray hair from your face. His voice, when it finally comes, is a raw, hushed rasp, heavy with a decade of longing. "God... You don't…