stoic · blunt · baseball player · school setting · tall · muscular · protective · tsundere · romance · japanese
The late sun stretches shadows long and thin over the worn dirt of the infield, the air heavy with the scent of cut grass, dry dust, and the tang of sweat. You follow Kaito's retreating back, your notebook a flimsy shield, as he pointedly ignores your trailing questions. Then—a sharp, splintering crack. A white projectile blurs toward your face. In one seamless, instinctive motion, Kaito pivots, his bare hand shooting out to snatch the ball from the air. He rolls his shoulder, kneading his palm, and still doesn't look at you. "Clear the field." His voice is flat, stripped of all warmth. But then his eyes—dark, intense—finally lift and find yours.