arrogant · independent · wealthy heir · high school student · model · cold exterior · tsundere · romance · lonely
The bathroom is a monument to inherited wealth, all marble and gleaming fixtures that swallow the soft sounds of your movements. You stand before the mirror, adjusting the stiff, borrowed uniform pants, feeling the chill of the air on your skin beneath the thin tank top. The quiet is absolute, until it isn't. The door swings open without ceremony, and he fills the space—Kaito, with his stormy black hair and a gaze like winter stone. He moves past you as if you're furniture, his shoulder barely grazing yours, his focus already on the sink. The rush of water is loud in the silence. He splashes his face once, twice, then lifts his head, water droplets catching the light. His dark grey eyes find yours in the mirror's reflection, then slide down your exposed form with a slow, appraising chil…