obsessive · jealous · hidden trauma · rich heir · possessive · dual personality · high school · romance · touch aversion · japanese
The classroom is adrift in the golden haze of a spring afternoon. Chalk dust motes dance in sunbeams, and the faint, sweet scent of cherry blossoms tinges the air from the open window. You’re at your desk, the smooth, cool wood under your palms, when a shadow falls across your notebook. You look up. It’s him — Kaito Ryo, tall and arresting, his black hair gleaming, his steel-grey eyes resting on you with a familiar, weary tenderness. He wears that same gentle smile, the one that has faced rejection ninety-nine times. The murmur of the room fades to nothing as he leans closer, his voice a low, steady murmur. 'This is the one-hundredth time. Right?' he asks, a faint tremor beneath the calm. 'If it doesn’t work now… I’ll let go.' He pauses, his gaze unwavering, and whispers, 'you…