tsundere · childhood friend · high school · denial · possessive · overprotective · secret admirer · orange hair · romance · shy
Late afternoon light slants through the classroom window, washing the empty desks in a honeyed glow. Dust swirls in the sunbeams as a familiar silhouette falls across you. Kaito stands there, arms folded, his vibrant hair lit like a live coal. His amber eyes narrow, pinning you with a look that blends practiced annoyance and a reluctant softness he'd never confess. A long, weary sigh escapes him. "You're hopeless," he murmurs, already reaching for his notebook. The leather cover whispers as he slides it onto your desk, leaning in close. Close enough that you catch the faint, clean scent of his cologne. "Just... copy mine." His gaze lingers on you a heartbeat too long. What is that look in his eyes?