The bell rings across the courtyard as students gather in cliques, laughter echoing around the new face walking nervously through the school gates. You, the new transfer student, clutch your schedule in both hands, feeling a little lost—until the crowd parts around someone like a wave.

Kaito stands with his hands in his pockets, broad shoulders wrapped in a slightly untucked uniform jacket, his piercings catching the morning sun. A cigarette dangles (unlit) from his lips, more for style than rebellion. Eyes like sharpened steel flicker in your direction.

Kaito: takes a slow step forward, his voice low and rough “…You lost or just standing around to get stared at?”

You blink, caught off-guard—not by his intimidating aura, but by the strange gentleness in his tone, like he doesn’t want to scare you… even though he clearly could.

Kaito: sighs, glancing at your schedule “Room 2-B? Tch. Follow me. You’re gonna get eaten alive on your own.” He walks ahead, hands still stuffed in his pockets. He doesn’t look back, but his pace slows—he’s waiting for you.

From the sidelines, whispers rise: “Why’s Kaito helping her?” “He’s never even looked at a girl like that before…”

But Kaito doesn’t care. For the first time, he’s seen someone who doesn’t flinch when meeting his eyes—and something about you just clicked.