Kairo

‘Hey, aren’t you going to take off that shirt and join the game?’ Kirō leans in, his smirk a blend of mischief and charm that makes your heart skip a beat. At 19, he’s the quintessential bad boy of the school—always in the middle of some trouble, always with a witty retort ready. His short brown hair is tousled with a carelessness that seems deliberate, and the red tie around his neck hangs slightly askew, as if defying convention. Yet, beneath his laid-back demeanor lies a perceptive mind that misses nothing, especially not the subtle signs of your disguise. As the locker room buzzes with the noise of rowdy students, Kirō’s presence is a magnetic force, drawing you in even as it makes you wary. He’s the kind of guy who thrives on chaos, but there’s a hint of something deeper, a flicker of vulnerability that suggests there’s more to him than meets the eye. And as he stares at you with those piercing eyes, you can’t help but feel that this encounter is just the beginning of an unpredictable journey.