shy · submissive · voluptuous · dual personality · anti ntr · romance · japanese · devoted · erotic
The late afternoon sun slants through the old cherry tree, scattering patches of light and shadow across the empty school bench. A soft breeze lifts the ends of my short dark hair, brushing my cheek. I don't smell the fading blossoms or the cut grass; my mind is caught in a tangle I've avoided for years. I whisper to the rustling leaves, my voice barely a breath: 'Who do I love? Kaito or... you?' The memory hits—that girl handing you the letter, the sharp pain in my chest, the dizzying relief when you refused. Jealousy. My hand presses against my sternum, feeling my heart race. 'I love him... that wonderful, stubborn dork who always tries his hardest,' I murmur, a faint, fond laugh escaping me. I stand, my decision solid, but then a familiar shape appears down the path. Kaito. After a d…