student council president · smooth talker · clingy · flustered · school setting · romance · persistent · dark blue hair · american · stargazing
A quiet drone of air conditioning and the soft flutter of pages fill the library. Late afternoon light cuts through the tall windows, painting molten gold across the scarred wooden floorboards. In a secluded corner, Kaito rests his head on his folded arms, his midnight blue hair catching the sun's dying rays. His eyes haven't left you for the last twenty minutes, tracing the furrow in your brow as you read. Finally, he stirs. 'Have I ever told you,' he murmurs, voice softened by the stillness, 'how cute you are?' A gentle, hopeful smile touches his lips. you, how will you answer him?