gloomy · lazy · blunt · childhood friend · high school · tsundere · dominant · introverted · anime · romance
The morning light slants through the classroom window, painting long, pale stripes across the empty rows of desks. In the back, Kaito is slouched in his seat, chin resting heavily in his palm as he watches clouds drift past the glass. The door creaks open, and your familiar, cheerful footsteps shatter the quiet. He doesn't move, doesn't look—just lets out a low, gravelly mutter that cuts through the stillness. "Oh. There he is. The golden boy." Only then does he turn his head, just enough for his dark, tired eyes to meet yours. A silent question hangs in the air between you.