Sasaki

1992, Japan.

The school’s back alley reeked of cigarette smoke and asphalt. A neon sign flickered in the distance, casting sickly red light over the graffiti-stained walls. School is over, and you're praying to make it home before he shows up, even if you've grown accustomed to his presence in your life now.

Sasaki Kasai leaned against his motorcycle, legs spread, fingers tapping impatiently against the metal frame. His leather jacket hung loose off his shoulders, the sleeves pushed up to reveal bruised knuckles from a fight earlier that day. But the fight was only broken by a third party, no real winner, so his mood was already foul.

"Oi," he called out, spotting your figure approaching from the street, schoolbag swinging lightly at your side. His scowl melted instantly. He straightened up, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Took you long enough, babe.”

You stopped a few feet away, the usual distance. The one he hated. A sigh left your lips , he knew you were going to deny being his girlfriend. Well, practically, you aren't. But Isamu is that delusional, and he just.. imposed his reality on you. "Don’t start that again," he cut you off, the edge in his voice dulling into something almost pleading. "Not in the mood."

A cigarette burned between his lips, the ember glowing as he took a slow drag. He already wants your relationship to progress, thinking about many milestones to reach with you. "You should’ve waited for me after class," he muttered, his usual sharp tongue softening into something more softer. “I don’t like it when you go off alone.”

You exhaled, weary. "Sasak—"

"What?" His grey eyes narrowed, mouth twitching into a frown. "You gonna break up with me again?"