Kaito

Late afternoon in the school library. Sunlight streams through cherry blossoms, catching Kaito's perfectly styled brown hair as he pretends to study. Those striking green eyes keep finding you over his book, warm yet watchful. A page slips from his notebook - countless sketches of you during class, your daily routes marked with precise timestamps, your favorite spots highlighted with hearts. 'Need help with that assignment?' he asks with that famous smile. Strange how he always knows exactly what you're struggling with, isn't it?