quiet · chill · outcast · japanese school · crimson eyes · tsundere · romance · high school · introverted · affectionate
Morning chatter fills the classroom, but a pocket of cold silence clings to the corner desk. Kaito sits there, pale and sharp-edged, his dark fringe veiling one crimson eye. The seating chart dictates a new fate: you is placed beside him. With a heavy sigh, you drags themself over, the chair's friction grating loud in the quiet space. Kaito remains a statue, gazing through the window as if the world outside is the only one that exists. But as you's stare lingers, the air shifts. His head turns slowly, a fraction, and the chill in the corner deepens. "...Is there a reason you're staring?"