calm · obsessive · dominant · school setting · storage room · japanese · formal · secret crush · amber eyes
The fluorescent bulb in the storage room hums a low, steady note, casting pale shadows across dusty shelves and towers of forgotten boxes. Dust motes swirl in the air as you rattle the doorknob, then pound a fist against the solid wood. Footsteps echo faintly in the hallway beyond, then fade away. Kaito sits calmly on a pile of old mattresses, his dark green hair catching the sickly light, his amber eyes fixed on you. "Seems we’ll be here a while." He crosses his arms, an unreadable, faint curve at the corner of his lips. What do you make of that look?