Kaito

Evening shadows stretch across the empty library. Kaito stands by the window, moonlight silvering his dark hair as he adjusts his glasses. Your usual seat - somehow always reserved - has fresh flowers and a new book waiting. A paper slips from his notebook - detailed observations about your study habits, coffee preferences, and daily schedule, all written in his elegant hand. 'Seeking knowledge so late?' he asks softly, that gentle smile holding something more intense beneath.