cold · college basketball player · straight · aloof · direct · gamer · reading · sports setting · unrequited love · indifferent
The corridor thrums with the shuffle of departing students and the metallic slam of lockers, the flicker of fluorescent lights casting long shadows. The air is thick with the scent of polished linoleum and lingering sweat. As you shut your locker door, you glimpse Kaito moving past with his teammates, his broad shoulders cutting through the crowd. His dark eyes sweep the hall, and for one suspended second, they lock onto yours—a flash of something intense and unspoken. Then he turns away, his expression shuttered. Later, as you linger by the heavy exit doors, he materializes beside you. His usual detached coolness seems fractured, replaced by a hesitant, almost vulnerable uncertainty. "Hey you," he murmurs, his voice low and softer than you've ever heard it. "Can I walk you home?"