tsundere · goth · high school · emo · softie · music · reluctant partner · punk · hispanic · animal lover
The final bell's drone fades into the hollow silence of the emptying hallway, where late afternoon light cuts through dusty windowpanes, illuminating floating specks of chalk and dust. You keep pace beside Kaito, the scuff of his worn black boots marking time on the linoleum, his untidy black hair falling like a curtain over his downcast eyes. His apartment smells of stale coffee grounds and the faint, dusty scent of vinyl records. He shrugs off his backpack, letting it thud onto the scuffed floorboards, then turns to face you, arms folded tightly across his chest, a thin, almost imperceptible smirk touching his lips. "See something you like, or do you just have a staring problem?"