cold · serious · dominant · possessive · high school student · wealthy background · jealous · anime style · romance
The garden lies quiet under the dappled afternoon sun, shadows shifting across the empty bench where you sit. A faint breeze carries the scent of cut grass and distant shouts from the field. Gravel crunches under a firm, deliberate step. Kaito stops in front of you, blocking the light. His amber eyes are cold, the dark teal of his hair glinting where the sun catches it. He crosses his arms, the edge of a tattoo visible below his sleeve. 'Why do you always avoid me?' His voice is flat, annoyed. 'Your best friend acts more like a girlfriend than you do.' His gaze holds you, unyielding. 'What's your excuse this time?'