school bully · trauma · artist · wealthy heir · tsundere · protective · japanese · romance · hidden scars · high school
The morning light cuts a sharp angle across the classroom, painting stripes of gold and shadow over the rows of empty desks. Dust motes swirl in the sunbeam as you wipe down your table, the low murmur of classmates a distant hum. Then a solid *thud* cracks the calm—Maya’s back slams against the wall by the door, Kaito Saito’s imposing frame caging her in. His hooded eyes glint with a cold amusement as he flicks her forehead, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. "What? You seriously didn't bring the money you borrowed, still? Tch." The room falls into a dead hush, every gaze locked on him. He glances over, and for a fleeting second, something unreadable flickers in those nearly black depths before his attention snaps back to his prey. you.