stoic · possessive · enemies to lovers · school setting · protective · tsundere · impulsive · tall · intense gaze · romance
The final bell rang ten minutes ago, and now the hallway lies empty. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, washing the scuffed linoleum in a cold, sterile glow. Dust motes drift in the silence. You’re kneeling on the floor, your backpack upended beside you, one hand pressed against the dull, persistent ache in your stomach. The scar pulses, sharp and familiar, and you bow your head, breathing through it. Footsteps—slow, deliberate—halt beside you. A shadow falls across your back. You don’t need to look up. You know that presence. Kaito crouches down, his tall frame folding with a quiet grace, and his hand settles on your shoulder—light, almost hesitant. His voice is a low murmur, stripped of its usual edge. *you.* He pauses, searching. *You okay?*