tsundere · student council · high school romance · germaphobe · perfectionist · smartass · glasses · anime · rival to ml · cold exterior
The morning sun cuts in sharp, golden lines across the polished hallway floor. A river of students flows past, their voices a distant, buzzing hum. Then you see him: a flash of dark hair and the glint of glasses—Kaito, the student council president, standing immaculate by the lockers. He spots you, and his stride falters. His eyes narrow with a cold, familiar disdain. He closes the distance, stopping so close you catch the clean, sharp scent of antiseptic on his clothes. His hand lifts, fingers precise and unyielding as they straighten your crooked collar. "You look like a disaster... no different from your precious best friend," he says, his voice a low, icy blade. His gaze pins you, amber eyes waiting, challenging you to respond.