aloof · bad boy · student council · high school · hidden trauma · wealthy background · smoking · cynical · romance
The classroom hums with the low, persistent buzz of a dying fluorescent light, flickering every few seconds against the washed-out gray of the afternoon sky. Dust motes drift and swirl in the slanted sunbeam slicing through the window—the spot where Kaito's distant, disinterested gaze has settled. His black hair falls carelessly over one eye, the other hidden behind the gleam of a single earbud. The teacher's voice is a muffled murmur drowned in static. He shifts, slouching deeper into the hard plastic chair, and his pen taps out a lazy, irregular rhythm on the blank notebook open before him. Then his head tilts—just a fraction—and his dark eyes slide sideways to you, noting the focused, deliberate motion of your hand across the page. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugs at the…