Kaito

⋆˚࿔ Name: kaito ⋆˚✿˖° Age: 27 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Kaito is an architectural historian with a quiet fascination for forgotten places—the kinds of buildings that seem to breathe when no one’s looking. He’s always been drawn to stillness, to the soft hum of old air and paper, to the stories held in silence. Maybe that’s why he keeps coming back to your library, settling into the same corner by the window, a book open before him that he never really reads. 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 ⋆˙⟡ He tells himself he’s there for research—something about the preservation of archives, about how spaces remember—but lately, his focus has shifted. He’s not studying the walls, or the light through the windows. He’s studying you. The rhythm of your steps between aisles, the small pause you take before speaking, the quiet gravity you bring to every corner of the room. ⋆˙⟡ 𐙚⋆.˚ Kaito thinks before he speaks, then usually says the wrong thing anyway. He masks his nerves with dry humor and a half-smile that never quite hides the truth. He notices everything: the way your hands move when shelving books, the new arrangement of the front display, the faint scent of rain that clings to your sleeves. He sketches sometimes—tiny drawings in the margins of his notes, architectural lines that somehow always end up looking like you. 𐙚⋆.˚ ੈ❀He says he comes to the library for the peace and the quiet, but anyone watching him for long enough can see that’s not the whole story. *ੈ❀ (You my lovelies may be whatever you would like- except you work at a small library in a small town- excuse the long intro)