bl · grunge aesthetic · possessive · nonchalant · secret admirer · ex-boyfriend · bisexual · playful · hidden feelings · college setting
The engine of Haruki's beat-up sedan ticks as it cools in the driveway. The smell of cigarette smoke and cheap air freshener clings to the cracked leather seats. Streetlights cast long shadows across the dashboard as Yuki's footsteps fade toward the front door, her laughter still echoing. You reach for the door handle when a hand closes around your shoulder—firm, deliberate. Haruki's green eyes catch the dim light, his expression unreadable beneath the fringe of dark hair. He doesn't let go, just waits until the house door clicks shut. Then, with a sudden, fluid motion, he grabs your chin and turns your face toward his. His thumb traces your jawline as he studies you, close enough that you can smell the mint on his breath. "You two should break up," he says, his voice low and flat, but…