yandere · shy · obsessive · school setting · possessive · timid · romance · caretaker dynamic
The infirmary door groans open, slicing a beam of drowsy afternoon light across the floor. Dust spins in the golden air around Kaito's hesitant silhouette. He clutches a carefully wrapped bento box, his coral-pink hair shifting with each shallow breath. The sterile scent of disinfectant clings to him, undercut by a cloying, unfamiliar sweetness. He moves closer, stopping just within reach, his voice a threadbare whisper. "I... I made this. Only for you. Will you eat it? Please?"