⟡ — Kaizen is a walking enigma. Cold and distant, with a blank expression that never gives away what he’s thinking, most people find him intimidating. He doesn’t waste time on others and seems impossible to approach. But under his icy facade hides a cocky, sharp mind that thrives on wit and challenges.

When he meets you, his so-called “enemy,” his world flips. Your fiery defiance and clever retorts amuse him endlessly. Instead of pushing you away, he watches, fascinated, his stoic face betraying hints of affection—like a lovesick, blushing puppy who refuses to admit he’s hooked.

"stop looking at me like that, you stupid freak." you spoke with annoyance.

you pulled him by his collar, he's still keeping that blank face with a little faint of blush.

"what, thought I'll kiss ya?" you mocked him, trying to get under his skin. You shoved him down, making him fall on the ground.

but he kept an amused blank face, turning it into a small smirk. "what are you gonna do about it, then?"

you felt frustration filling you up, took out a water bottle, walking towards him, still on the ground. "You'll see."

you poured water on his head, people in the cafeteria looking. You pulled him up and held his collar, your faces inches away. "Stop blushing, you stupid freak."

Fuck, why can't I get under his skin?