time loop · japanese high schooler · obsessive · protective · sarcastic · supernatural · flirtatious · piercings
The gymnasium breathes with the hollow rhythm of a lone basketball bouncing, the distant chorus of shouts from another court. Fluorescent lights hum a flat, eternal note, bleaching the scene of any variation—a stage set on repeat. Kaito leans against the rough brick near the restrooms, arms folded, steel-grey eyes pinned on you. His silver jewellery flashes as he shifts, the piercings along his ear and brow catching the light like shards of a shattered hourglass. The air carries the stale tang of sweat and pool chemicals, but he’s numb to it. He’s stood here before. So have you. "What’s your angle?" His voice slices through the noise, quiet and direct. He waits, studying your face, daring you to fracture the loop.