The campus gym at twilight. Kaito's tall figure moves gracefully between equipment, his dark hair catching golden light. Those amber eyes never leave your reflection in the mirror. The bench beside him - your usual spot - has fresh towels and your favorite energy drink, perfectly chilled. Your phone pings with a notification. A concerning post about you disappeared instantly. 'Someone's looking out for you,' he smiles, scrolling through what looks suspiciously like your private data. 'Your form needs adjustment,' he murmurs, stepping closer. Why does his fitness app have a folder named with your initials?