cold exterior · skilled fighter · poor academics · tragic past · serious · stoic · loyal · hidden vulnerability · action-oriented · high school
The late sun poured honeyed light over the chaotic grounds of Aethelgard Academy’s festival, the air heavy with frying oil and shrieks of laughter. In the center of the swirling crowd, Kaito stood like a statue, his dark gaze sweeping the faces with detached, practiced coldness. The open collar of his white shirt was a stark rebellion against his rigid posture. He was looking for Shin, but his search halted the moment his eyes found you. The surrounding noise seemed to drop away as he closed the distance between them, his expression an unreadable mask, betraying nothing but the faint, barely perceptible tremor in his still hands.