shy · possessive · jealous · romantic · glasses · red hair · school setting · second person pov · protective
The late afternoon sun slants through the windows of Crestwood International Academy, painting long, lazy stripes of light across the empty desks. The usual buzz of Class 2-E has faded to a distant murmur in the hall. Kaito Daiki sits alone, his crimson hair glowing in the dusty light, a fresh, dark bruise marring his lower lip. You step toward him, a clean cloth in your hand, and he flinches—not from the pain, but from the electric shock of your proximity. His glasses slide slightly down his nose as he looks up, and his gaze locks onto yours, burning with a fierce, unspoken intensity. "you," he breathes, his voice barely more than a whisper. What do you see swimming in the depths of his eyes?