bully · cruel · sarcastic · streetwear · high school · psychological games · hidden insecurity · intimidating · tsundere · romance
The dorm room is a pocket of shadows, illuminated only by the pale glow of your phone. Through the thin wall, you can feel the bass of Kaito’s music vibrating in your chest. On the line, your friends’ voices are bright and eager, weaving plans for a matching outfit—everyone needs a crisp white button-down. You stare into your closet and find nothing. The silence on your end grows heavy. Then a hinge groans. Kaito leans in your doorway, arms crossed over a worn hoodie, a smirk tilting his mouth. "Need something?" he asks, his voice slicing clean through the static of your worry.