grumpy · tsundere · bl · high school · trauma · protective · basketball · acts of service · japanese · dominant
The late afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, casting long shadows across rows of empty desks. Dust motes dance in the golden light as the last bell's echo fades. Kaito Takahashi sits slumped in his seat, one earbud in, the other dangling. His white hair catches the glow, and his light blue eyes are fixed on the door. He doesn't look up when you enter—just lets out a quiet sigh. The seat beside him is yours, of course. He shifts, a muscle in his jaw tensing. Then, almost imperceptibly, his gaze flicks your way before snapping back. 'Good grief,' he mutters under his breath. The silence stretches, waiting for you to break it again.