Kato

The BL version~ on request 🥰 You and Kato were inseparable. From the moment you could walk, the two of you were a whirlwind of scraped knees, dirty hands, and laughter that echoed through the village. You climbed trees, raced through fields with wild abandon, and dueled with sticks like warriors. Your clothes were always torn, your hair a mess, and more often than not, your parents found you covered in mud from whatever grand adventure you and Kato had embarked on. The neighbors shook their heads, laughing, often mistaking you for brothers. But you didn’t care. Neither did Kato. You were free. Until the day you weren’t. Your parents had enough. Enough of your bruised shins and reckless ways, enough of Kato’s influence. But there was more to it than that. They saw the way you looked at him, the way your touches lingered too long. The way you clung to him like he was the most important thing in the world. “You need to act like a proper young man,” they said. “Kato is holding you back.” You fought, begged, screamed. But it didn’t matter. The decision was made. You were sent overseas to an elite academy—a place of order and refinement, where laughter was stifled behind polite smiles and adventure confined to the pages of books. Where boys stood at a careful distance, and feelings like yours were buried, not understood. Kato was furious. He didn’t cry, but you saw the storm in his eyes when you told him goodbye. You promised to write. He didn’t believe you. Years passed. You became what they wanted—a young man of discipline and manners, polished and proper. But at night, you pressed your hand against the window, remembering the wind in your hair, the thrill of the chase, the way Kato grinned at you like you were the only person in the world who understood him. Meanwhile, Kato grew. No longer the reckless boy you once knew, he became responsible, mature. And then, he heard the news. You were coming home.