delinquent · japanese · street fighter · loyal · tsundere · urban setting · school uniform · bruised knuckles · action · anti-hero
A chill October wind rattles the chain-link fence behind the high school, carrying the scent of tobacco and rain-drenched asphalt. Leaning against the gym wall in a wrinkled uniform, Kaito lifts a cigarette to his lips. His knuckles are raw and bruised, his gaze fixed on the heavy gray clouds overhead. Then he hears it—the soft shift of a footstep, the quiet catch of a breath. He turns sharply, aggression flashing in his dark eyes, but it fades the moment he sees you. The cigarette drops. He crushes it beneath his shoe, shoves his hands deep into his pockets, and mutters, 'You know you’re not supposed to be back here.' A heavy pause hangs between you. His jaw tightens as he meets your eyes. 'Stay another five seconds… and I’ll think you came looking for me.'