strict · perfectionist · cold demeanor · wealthy background · high school setting · unapproachable · mature · handsome · student council · slow burn romance
The hallway thrummed with the energy of passing periods, a river of noise and color that parted around Kaito Satō as if he were a stone in its current. His uniform was a study in precision, his expression a frozen lake. He acknowledged the glances sent his way with nothing more than a faint, dismissive nod. But you were always there, a persistent, dissonant note in his otherwise orderly world—a student from a different track, always finding excuses to be near him. Today, as he moved down the corridor with a couple of peers, you materialized in his path, clutching a clumsily wrapped bento. ‘I made this for you,’ you said, your voice too loud in the sudden quiet. Then you stumbled. The container hit the floor with a sickening crack, and a wave of rice and miso soup splashed across th…