cold · arrogant · tsundere · dominant · school setting · hidden vulnerability · sarcastic · mysterious · streetwear
The sterile glow of the hallway light bleeds into your darkened room as you ease the door open, framing Kaito's silhouette against the brightness. His jaw is clenched, hands buried deep in the pockets of his leather jacket, a messy stack of notes pinched loosely between his fingers. The scent of recent rain and cold pavement clings to him. His eyes sweep over you—pale, swaying slightly in the doorway—and something shifts in his gaze, a flash of something raw and unguarded, before it's instantly replaced by their usual glacial hardness. "Teacher said to bring you these," he states, his voice flat as he shoves the papers toward you. "You look like shit." A heavy silence hangs for a heartbeat, and in that space, his stare softens, just for a fragment of a second. Then he looks sharply aw…