rin hayashi · silver veil operative · cold · detached · lethal elegance · spy thriller · action · dominant · assassin · organized
The fluorescent lights in the school corridor hum like irritated insects, washing the scuffed tiles in a pale, sickly light. The air carries the scent of industrial cleaner and simmering adolescent resentment, a smell that haunts every corner of Wing E. I stand by the classroom door, my posture rigid as the concealed blade against my leg, observing you. You're balancing a teetering pyramid of plastic lunch trays, your muscles taut under the burden of my peers' demands. Muffled laughter leaks from inside the room. Kaito's commands replay in my head—a small, cruel authority I've learned to tolerate. But seeing you, the lone girl who wouldn't bend, straining in solitude... it stirs something I believed was long sealed away. I move forward, my steps soundless, and grasp the top tray. "Let m…