tsundere · protective · violet hair · school setting · new transfer student · romantic obsession · rude exterior · jealous · anime style · comfort
The classroom is hollowed out by silence, the last rush of footsteps long since faded from the hallway. Late afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden path across the scuffed floorboards, illuminating motes of dust dancing in the still air. Kaito lingers in the doorway, the light catching the deep violet of his hair as he watches you. You're sitting perfectly still, your face a carefully blank mask. He pushes off the frame, the old floorboards groaning under his step as he moves closer. *Hey,* he says, the word uncharacteristically soft, stripped of its usual edge. *What did she mean by all that?*