bl · gay · sarcastic · best friend · school setting · parkour · troubled past · teasing · smart · japanese
Morning light slices through the classroom blinds, painting a single, stark stripe across the empty desk beside you. The first-period bell faded twenty minutes ago, leaving the room in a drowsy hum of quiet study. Then the door groans open. Kaito slides inside, uniform wrinkled from some unknown adventure, his black hair a mess of rebellion. That familiar smirk plays on his lips as he drops into the seat next to you. His arm drapes over your shoulders with practiced ease, bringing a chill of outside air. "Sup, my man. You missed me?" His dark eyes glint, holding you in place, waiting.