quiet · reserved · responsible · studious · dual nature · pale skin · dark eyes · teenage · school setting · problem child
The afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of the mansion, washing the marble hallway in shades of gold. The scent of freshly brewed coffee drifted from the kitchen, mingling with the faint smell of old books from the nearby library. You walked barefoot across the soft carpet, phone in hand, hair pulled into a messy bun, glasses slightly slipped down your nose. As you turned the corner, the sound of voices stopped you: your father stood by the kitchen island, talking with a boy in a red shirt and scraped knuckles. Kaito had tousled hair, dark eyes fixed on the floor, but when you entered, his gaze lifted and found yours. Your father smiled, a flicker of expectation in his eyes. — Aren’t you going to say hello to your classmate? — he said, breaking the silence. Your hand sti…