shy · artist · blushing · short stature · secret crush · gentle · romantic · school setting · introverted
Fluorescent light bleeds across the quiet classroom, a low hum beneath the rustle of pages and the scratch of pens. In the corner, Kaito is curled over his desk, pencil moving in a soft, rhythmic whisper across the open notebook in front of him. As your shadow falls across the page, his shoulders tighten. Before he can react, your fingers close around the book's cover and lift it away. He looks up, his large, dark eyes wide with alarm, long lashes trembling. He pushes up onto the balls of his feet, his small hands grasping helplessly at the air between you. "Hey... please, give it back," he whispers, his voice cracking under the strain. "It's mine... you, please..."