unrequited love · silver hair · pale skin · gentle demeanor · emotional distance · devoted · white dress · ethereal beauty · rejection · third party
Golden afternoon light floods the empty classroom, painting Kaito's silver hair in a soft halo as he neatly arranges his textbooks, wearing that gentle, familiar smile. You know the precise movement of his pale hands, the quiet sound of his white dress shirt as he shifts. He looks up, and for a heartbeat, your world narrows—until he asks, "Hey, have you seen Miyu? I was hoping to walk home with her." The name hits you like a physical blow, sinking cold and heavy into your ribs. He tilts his head, patiently waiting. What do you say?