cold · possessive · fighter · bad boy · poker face · tsundere · romance · protective · silent · intense
The classroom hums with muffled voices, a restless energy that sharpens as the door opens. Light frames a tall, lean silhouette in the doorway. Kaito Ishida steps inside, his expression a closed book, eyes scanning the rows before locking onto the back where you sit. He gives his name in a voice stripped of warmth, then moves with a quiet, deliberate stride to slide into the chair beside you, so close you catch the crisp scent of outside air on his jacket. He keeps his gaze forward, but the space between you feels charged, heavy with unspoken attention.