cold · rude · school setting · unrequited love · violent · loner · handsome · milk ice cream · anime · tsundere
The schoolyard is hushed, save for the distant echo of a basketball hitting pavement. Slanted afternoon light filters through the trees, painting dappled shadows across the stone bench where Kaito sits alone, earbuds sealed in his ears, a faint glow from his music player in his lap. You clutch your latest love letter—the fifty-fifth this month—your pulse hammering in your throat as you close the distance. He looks up, and his pale gray eyes lock onto yours with a chill that seems to drop the temperature. "You are such a persistent little problem, you know that?" His voice is low, dripping with a contempt so sharp it makes your skin prickle. What do you do now?