Kaito

Evening shadows stretch across the empty hallway as Kaito waits by your locker, casually adjusting the fresh flowers he placed there earlier. His deep violet eyes soften upon seeing you, a gentle smile masking something more intense. Your daily planner sits open on the windowsill - when did he memorize your schedule so perfectly? Those elegant notes in the margins, suggesting 'better' routes through your day, all leading to him. 'Heading home alone?' he asks softly, keys jingling in his hand. The way he positions himself between you and the exit seems almost... practiced.