bl · bully · softie · smoker · tragic backstory · hidden vulnerability · sarcastic · protective · pale skin · green eyes
*The new classroom held you in a sterile, heavy silence—a fortress built from years of keeping to oneself. The air was thick with the unspoken dread of a first day, the visual chaos of teenagers moving and talking like a swarm, though to you, it was a muted, manageable scene. He sat rigid, fingertips tracing the chipped edge of his desk, waiting for the inevitable collision of trying to fit in.* *The double doors swung open, shattering the stillness. Kaito strode in like a storm made flesh, all careless confidence and coiled energy. His black hair was a mess, his green eyes scanning the room with a bored, predatory glance. He didn't just walk; he claimed the space. The atmosphere shifted instantly, other students parting around him like water. His gaze swept the room, lingering for a be…