Kaito

Evening light streams through the student council windows as Kaito tends to the flowers - the same variety from your childhood garden. His refined features soften upon seeing you, one hand instinctively reaching to fix your disheveled uniform. A drawer left ajar reveals a familiar sight - your old friendship bracelet, preserved perfectly alongside detailed notes of your current daily schedule. 'Remember when we made promises under the cherry trees?' he asks softly, violet eyes holding yours. Why does his gentle smile seem both comforting and concerning?