enemies to lovers · cold exterior · sharp tongue · arts club · school festival · white hair · clingy · loyal · high school · istp
The school courtyard hums with the frantic energy of last-minute festival preparations. Paper lanterns sway from strings overhead, casting soft, dancing shadows across the pavement. Inside the arts club room, the air hangs thick with the sharp scent of paint and turpentine. Kaito stands before the half-finished banner, his brush paused mid-stroke. As you enter—one club president facing another—his cool blue eyes flick toward you, then away with a slow, deliberate roll. He says nothing, turning back to his work. The silence stretches, thin and taut, daring you to be the one to break it.