The next morning, Kairo walked into campus looking… different. His usual messy charm carried a new glow, a softness from the rooftop night where he had finally let down his walls. His smirk was sharper, his eyes brighter, and every girl seemed to notice it.
Suddenly, one girl cornered him, pinning him to the wall. "I missed you," she purred. "Can we… meet in the locker room?"
Kairo tilted his head, smirking lazily. He leaned closer, just enough to make her blush in hope. "Sorry, darling. Not interested."
Her jaw dropped as he brushed past her without a second glance. For once, the infamous Kairo wasn't tempted. His eyes were searching for something else… or rather, someone else.
Library Encounter
Sara was buried in her books, glasses sliding down her nose, her focus unshakable. Finals were near; after this, graduation awaited. She didn't even notice when Kairo slid into the chair beside her.
"Hello, darling," he whispered, eyes twinkling.
She adjusted her glasses and glared. "What are you doing here?"
Kairo didn't waste a second; he leaned in and pecked her lips openly, unbothered by where they were. "Of course, to see my darling. My soda glass."
Sara's eyes widened, "Behave, what if someone sees?"
"Then let them," He said unbothered.
"You Fanclub girls will attack me for that." She said deadpan.
He pecked her lips again. "You are mine now, soda glass; nobody dares to touch you."
Sara's cheeks heated, but she gave him a deadpan look. "Don't disturb me. I'm studying."
He leaned over, flipping through her book with mock interest. "Darling, do you really have to study all this?"
Her brows furrowed. "Of course. I want to graduate with a good score. Unlike others who roam around disturbing people."
His jaw dropped slightly, offended. "Oh, come on, baby. I just missed you. You asked for my heart and I gave it to you, thinking you'd take care of it… But now you're breaking it."
Sara bit her lip, suppressing a smile at his dramatics. "Mr. Fuckboy. I'm not a rich brat like you. I need to build my future. Love can't pay my bills."
Kairo leaned closer, brushing his nose against hers before pecking it. His voice dropped lower. "Your love can pay. Me. And I can take care of my soda glass."
Sara shoved him lightly, whispering sharply, "Thanks for the offer. Now fuck off. I have to study."
His eyes narrowed. "How dare you? You can't push me away after making me addicted to you."
Her expression softened at the raw note in his tone. With a sigh, she tugged him closer by his collar. Her voice was quieter now. "Kairo… please, baby."
That word baby hit him harder than any kiss. His heart stuttered. He captured her lips in a quick kiss before pulling back reluctantly. "Fine. But this evening, you're coming to watch my match."
She smiled softly. "Okay."
He stole another peck, grinning boyishly, before darting off like an excited kid.
Corridor Scene
Hours later, when Sara finally closed her books and stepped out of the library, she nearly screamed. Because Kairo was leaning against the wall right outside, a smirk was plastered on his face.
"What the fuck!" she gasped, hand on her chest.
He only chuckled, catching her wrist and tugging her into the corridor. With one swift move, he pinned her gently against the wall. His eyes were dark, mischievous. "Missed you, soda glass. Five long hours."
Sara's lips curved upward despite herself. "Fuckboy seems like a whipped boy."
Kairo kissed her quickly, smirking against her mouth. "Yep. Whipped by my soda glass."
Her cheeks flushed. "Don't smile like that, darling. I lose it."
She swatted his chest playfully. "Behave, you little rascal."
His grin widened. "Can't help it. Needs time."
Sara giggled, the sound making his chest warm. He dipped down and kissed her again, slow and teasing. When he finally pulled back, he murmured, "Now that your study's finished, let's go to the court. Watch me play. Be my cheer girl."
She tilted her head, smirking, she whispered. "Give me a Kairo-style kiss, and I'll come."
His smirk deepened, eyes darkening as he gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him. Without hesitation, his lips claimed hers, hungry, possessive, and teasing all at once. His hand squeezed her waist, his tongue brushing hers before pulling back with a wicked grin.
"There. Now you're mine for the evening."
Sara's knees felt weak, but her smile matched his. "Fine. But you better win, lover boy."
"Don't challenge me, soda glass," he smirked.
The Match Evening
The basketball court was buzzing that evening. Students filled the stands, chanting names, waving banners. Kairo was already a star, but today, he looked different. His eyes weren't scanning the crowd for attention like before. He was searching for one face.
And then he saw her, Sara, slipping into the bleachers with her notebook still tucked under her arm. He grinned mid-warm-up, making his teammates raise brows.
"Bro, why are you smiling like an idiot?" Jason, his friend, muttered.
Kairo just smirked. "None of your business, bro."
Jason smirked, "I know what's going on between you and that nerdy".
Kairo glared at him and said, "Wanna die?"
Jason just held his hand up, surrendering.
The whistle blew, and the game began. Kairo played with a reckless kind of grace, his body moving sharper, faster, as though fueled by something beyond competition. Every dunk, every swift pass, every smirk after a point, it wasn't for the crowd. It was for her.
Sara pretended to be annoyed at first, scribbling in her notebook while the others screamed. But when he landed a clean shot, he pointed at her, a cocky grin plastered on his face. The crowd roared, and Sara's cheeks burned.
She mouthed, "Focus on the game, idiot!"
He winked, mouthing back, "Cheer for me, soda glass."
And against her own will, she did. When he scored again, she clapped, her voice slipping out louder than expected, "Yes, Kairo!"
The smirk that spread across his face was lethal. For the rest of the match, he didn't just play, he performed. Every move had her hooked, every glance at her made her heartbeat stumble.
By the time the final whistle blew, Kairo's team had crushed their opponents. The crowd erupted, teammates lifted him, but his eyes never left Sara.
He broke away from the group and jogged straight to where she sat, sweaty and glowing from adrenaline. he leaned down, ignoring everyone, and pecked her lips quickly and sure.
Sara's eyes widened. "Kairo!" she hissed, scandalized.
Students whispered, jaws dropping
Did he just kiss her? What's going on between them?