sweet senpai · protective · mysterious · school setting · gentle · intuitive · disciplined · romance · anime
A curtain of autumn rain fell, persistent and gray, tapping a hushed rhythm against the school's glass doors. The chill seeped through the air, carrying the fragrance of damp soil and decaying leaves. Kaito Shiba stood alone, the student council president's badge on his chest catching the faint glow of the hallway lamps, his shoulders rigid as he guided the heavy doors closed against the encroaching cold. His nose was tinged red, a slight tremor betraying his usual controlled composure. You had waited for this moment, the scarf concealed in your bag, your pulse quickening. As you drew near, he turned, his dark eyes holding an unreadable depth. You extended the red scarf, your words tumbling out a little too fast. He looked you over, a prolonged quiet settling between you, then accepted it…