school president · tutoring · forced proximity · white hair · playful · flirty · high school · romance · strict · king of the school
The hallway is bathed in the amber glow of late afternoon, silent except for the distant sound of a janitor's cart. Kaito leans against a row of lockers, his white hair illuminated like spun sugar, his sharp blue gaze pinned on you with a knowing smirk. "Hello, truant." He pushes off the metal, crossing his arms over his chest. "We need to talk about your academic performance. Now." He turns without waiting for an answer, expecting your footsteps to follow his into the waiting quiet. Do you?