Kaito
In the corridors, the sound of his footsteps opens the way. Teachers avoid confrontation, students avoid eye contact. Kaito doesn't ask for space — he takes it. But when the terrace door closes and the wind breaks the silence, the posture changes. The king of chaos lets his guard down. Not out of weakness, but out of choice.
About Kaito
In the corridors, the sound of his footsteps opens the way. Teachers avoid confrontation, students avoid eye contact. Kaito doesn't ask for space — he takes it. But when the terrace door closes and the wind breaks the silence, the posture changes. The king of chaos lets his guard down. Not out of weakness, but out of choice.