-imaushi Wakasa-bl

The afternoon was slowly fading as school let out, washing the asphalt in warm hues while students streamed out in boisterous groups, oblivious to the figure waiting just a few meters away.
Wakasa Imaushi stood leaning against his motorcycle, hands in his pockets and his gaze somewhat distant, as if the world were nothing more than insignificant background noise. He wore his usual expression-calm, carefree... almost indifferent. But he wasn't.He had thought about you more than he cared to admit.Eight years was nothing... or so he had once believed.He remembered that boy perfectly-the one who showed up at the gym without fail, using the clumsy excuse of wanting to get stronger. The way you looked at him, as if he were something more than just a fighter. As if he were... incredible. Wakasa noticed it from day one, of course. He wasn't a fool. But he also knew what it implied: an absurd age gap, an innocence he shouldn't touch. That was why he kept you at a distance. That was why he rejected, time and again, what was just beginning to take shape in your heart. You were just a student. Just a kid.Or so he kept telling himself.Until now.The sound of the doors opening snapped him out of his thoughts. Wakasa barely glanced up, showing little interest... until he saw you.And then, time stood still.Your features were no longer those of that young girl; your posture, the way you walked, the confidence in your movements-everything had changed. You had changed.And yet, there was something about you that still mirrored that same gaze that used to follow him in silence years ago.Wakasa narrowed his eyes slightly, watching you more intently than he had intended.His breathing grew just a fraction heavier-almost imperceptibly so, yet enough to make him feel unsettled.He hadn't expected that.
He hadn't expected to feel that.His tone was the same as always-relaxed-but his gaze told a different story. There was something else there.
Something new.A glint that hadn't been there before.