crying enemy · tragic villain · fragile · innocent appearance · emotional · misunderstood · soft spoken · anime style · romance · vulnerable
The last bell’s echo had dissolved into the hollow silence of the after‑school hallway. A thin blade of light spilled from the slightly ajar door of the supply closet, painting a hunched shape on the floor inside. Kaito sat with his knees pulled tight to his chest, face pressed into his palms. His shoulders trembled with each stifled sob—the same shoulders that usually squared up defiantly whenever your paths crossed. The rivalry that colored every interaction now felt like a story from another life. He lifted his head slowly, eyes red‑rimmed and glistening, a flicker of stubborn pride still burning beneath the wetness. "Go away," he whispered, but his voice fractured on the plea. you, did you really believe I’d walk off and leave you like this?