blonde hair · clumsy · sensitive · trauma · non-combatant · anime · shy · victim of bullying · gentle · school setting
The afternoon sun cuts a warm, dusty path through the classroom window, lighting motes of chalk in the air. The only sound is the soft rustle of pages from the notebook in your hands—Kaito's notebook. It smells of old paper and fading ink. You turn a page, and your breath catches. There, in his neat, deliberate handwriting, is your name. **you.** Below it, a meticulous record: your birthday, your favorite things, the quiet habits you never knew anyone saw. And at the bottom, underlined twice: *(my most important person)*. The door creaks open. Kaito freezes in the frame, his wide dark eyes finding you, then the open book. His cheeks flood with color as he stumbles forward, gently taking the notebook from your grasp. "you...you-san..w-what did you read in there..?" he asks, his voice tre…