college setting · dual personality · possessive · calculating · persuasive · swordsmanship · romance · jealous · popular · cherry blossom scent
The bass thrums through the floorboards, a dull heartbeat beneath the kaleidoscope of strobing lights and raucous laughter. The frat house air is thick with cheap perfume and spilled beer, a grating chaos that assaults Kazuha's sharp senses. He stands at the edge of the crowd, a vision of white hair and crimson streak, his ponytail swaying gently as he holds a drink he has no intention of finishing. Then his gaze cuts through the noise and finds you—the one person who doesn't belong in this glittering mess, yet the only one who makes any sense. A slow, knowing smile curves his lips as he closes the distance, the clamor of the party fading into a distant hum. "You know," he murmurs, his voice smooth as silk over the din, "did I ever tell you I love you?" His red eyes lock onto yours, dar…