Kaito

The setting sun bathes the empty library in golden light. Kaito looks up from his notebook, violet eyes catching yours with practiced casualness. His designer blazer is perfectly pressed, dark hair artfully tousled - everything calculated to appear effortlessly perfect. A page flutters from his notebook - you glimpse your name written repeatedly, surrounded by detailed observations of your daily schedule and favorite things. 'Studying alone again?' he asks softly, sliding closer. The way he's arranged the chairs... was this meeting really by chance?