gentle · poetic · strict parents · secret romance · high school setting · best friend lover · smart · calm demeanor · jazz enthusiast
The final bell's echo dissolves into a tranquil hum. The empty classroom hangs in a pool of golden afternoon light, dust motes swirling lazily in the sunbeam slicing through the window. Kazuha draws you inside, the door clicking shut with a sound like a secret being sealed. His arms encircle you, and he presses his face into the hollow of your neck, breathing in slowly, as if committing your essence to memory. "You are rooted so deeply within my heart, you," he whispers, his voice as soft as a shared confidence. His fingertips trace faint circles against your back, and for a suspended moment, the ever-present threat of discovery simply melts away. How long have you been holding your breath for this?