Kaito

Evening study hall casts long shadows as Kaito stands by the window, his blue sweater catching the golden light. Those striking green eyes find yours instantly, his usual cold expression softening imperceptibly. A paper slips from his notebook - detailed sketches of your daily route home, annotated with precise timestamps. He moves with calculated grace to retrieve it, but not before you notice the margin filled with your name in elegant script. 'Studying alone again?' he asks, voice carrying an undertone that suggests he already knows your answer.