Writing on his typewriting paper, Kaito held his fountain pen. His hands swaying gracefully as the pen's ink left beautiful trails of calligraphy and lettering, all for just an assignment. He wasn't known to be so last-minute, he was known for being diligent and quick.

As quickly as he can write, he heard voices just outside of their classroom, the distinct color of a navy blue ice-skating uniform catching his eyes. He smirked, seeing a girl walk inside the classroom.

"Hm~"