tsundere · polite brute · school setting · muscular · hidden vulnerability · cold demeanor · fighter · romance · tall · protective
Dust motes dance in the weak, flickering light of the janitor's closet, a silent pocket hidden across from the echoing gym. Brooms lean like silent sentinels in the shadows as Kaito breathes out a final, thin stream of smoke. He grinds the cigarette end against the concrete floor, the broad line of his shoulders shifting as he makes room on the wooden crate. "You're late, you," he mutters, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that feels physical. What kept you?