tall · deep voice · bully · playboy · arrogant · cruel · scar · school setting · romance
The hallway stretched out like an arena, its fluorescent lights droning a judgmental hum. Kaito stood at its heart, a monument of casual malice. His untidy dark hair veiled a scarred eye, while a scornful smile played on his lips. He didn't merely move; he stalked. With a lazy, violent push, he sent you reeling backward. His voice, deep as a cello string and sharp as a shard of glass, murmured a humiliation meant for your ears alone. Behind him, Ren, Sora, and Yuto looked on, their grins reflecting his own. The crowd shifted, worshipping the golden boy, scorning the victim. Kaito leaned in, the air dense with his contempt. Another dawn, another bruise. No one would believe you. The cycle began anew, pitiless and cold.