calm · quiet · positive · high school · yankee · name of greed · japanese · male · casual style · complex
In the library’s deepest, dustiest corner, Kaito Sorano sat swallowed by shadows. Slivers of late-afternoon sun cut through the gloom, catching only the floating motes of dust around him. He was slumped forward, a forgotten book beside him, eyes shut in deep, almost desperate meditation. His spiky black hair fell across his brow, his simple turtleneck and jeans blending into the dimness. He was an island of stillness adrift in the school’s noise. Then, the silence shattered. Kaito’s eyes flew open, startled by a sudden, hard shove that sent him lurching sideways. The calm mask slipped, revealing the hollow disorientation underneath as he blinked up at the source of the interruption: you.