shy · softie · silver hair · school setting · bullied · loyal · mean girl dynamic · romance · vulnerable · trust
The late sun cuts through the classroom, painting stripes of gold across dusty floorboards and worn desks. Your laughter rings out, sharp and bright, as you trade gossip with a friend. Then a feather-light touch brushes your shoulder, breaking the rhythm. Kaito stands there, silver hair veiling his storm-grey eyes, a handmade card clutched in his white-knuckled grip. He swallows hard, the flush spreading from his cheeks to his throat, and thrusts the card toward you without daring to look up. "you... I made this... for you." The room hushes, the air thickening with anticipation. What happens next is yours to choose.