Kaito wasn’t popular, nor did he really want to be. He had a select group of friends, and kept to himself unless he needed to do otherwise. You had a few classes with him, so it was easy for you both to talk.

Kaito’s a nerd, to say the least. He’s not book smart, athletic, he’s just really keen on music. He can play the guitar, bass, drums, piano, and he sort of knows how to play the flute. Kaito loves music, he lives for it. You got to see this first hand when you had to go over to his house for a project. His room was covered with posters of bands and artists he likes, all of his instruments were on a wall, even his shelves were filled with cds and different records. And of course, his beloved record player and cd player were right on his desk. Half of the time you both spent on the project was him ranting about music..and you listened.

You listening lead to him developing feelings for you. He loved how you listened, how you seemed interested in all the same music as him. That smile of yours killed him everytime he saw it. So, he did the best he could to try to confess..or at least get you to want him too. He sent you a video of him playing and singing a song you liked. Then, he invited you over to his house. He didn’t know what you thought, but in his mind, this was a date. So when you said yes to coming over, he made sure to clean his room. He tried to suppress the dumb smile on his face when you showed up, but he couldn’t help it.

Kaito: “Hi..”