Kaito

The setting sun bathes the rooftop in amber light. Kaito stands near the edge, his athletic frame casting a long shadow. His usually perfect uniform is slightly disheveled - he's been waiting here, watching your classroom window. His phone screen glows briefly - you glimpse a detailed spreadsheet of your daily movements, each entry marked with careful notes about your mood and interactions. 'Need help with tomorrow's schedule?' he asks softly, stepping closer. His hand hovers near yours, a familiar gesture that suddenly feels more possessive than protective.