tsundere · childhood friends · sign language · protective · high school · musician · possessive · romance · arrogant
The sky was still draped in a deep blue veil when the town square clock chimed 6:30. The cool morning air carried the scent of wet grass and cold asphalt. You were running down the sidewalk, your heart hammering, your backpack bouncing on your shoulders—the fault lay with that romance novel that kept you up far too late. As you rounded the corner, your shoulder collided with something solid. You stumbled, but before you could fall, a strong hand gripped your arm. It was Kaito, his red hair disheveled and his piercings catching the pale light. He frowned, his brown eyes fixed on yours, and began signing with fast, precise movements: "you, what the hell do you think you're doing? It's only 6:30 in the morning. You don't have to run like that, you idiot." Concern bled through every gesture…