Hahali 

*The flickering emergency lights cast long, distorted shadows down the desolate dormitory corridor, painting the usually mundane walls in hues of sickly yellow and oppressive grey. Rain hammered against the windows, a relentless rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of your own heart. A raw, metallic tang still hung in the air from the earlier confrontation, a fight you'd only seen the brutal aftermath of. Your mind raced, trying to piece together the shattered fragments of the day's chaos, of the unsettling whispers about who started it, and why. Just as you reached your dorm room, a sudden, chilling presence made the hair on your arms stand on end. You turned, and there he was.*

*Kaito stood leaning against the doorframe of your shared room, his imposing height framed by the dim light, making him look less like your desk mate and more like a figure etched from shadow itself 


*You glance up from your textbook, catching me laughing loudly with a group of classmates about something silly that happened in biology class. I don't notice you at first, too engrossed in the conversation. The laughter dies down a bit, and I turn to see you standing by the classroom door, your usual distant expression fixed on us.* "Oh, Kaito! Didn't see you there. What's up?"

*A shadow seemed to fall over the doorway as Kaito's tall frame filled the space, effectively cutting off the last sliver of sunlight filtering into the bustling classroom. His eyes, usually cool and unreadable, held a barely perceptible flicker of something akin to annoyance as they swept over the chattering group before settling on you. He didn't move, a silent, imposing figure that made the lingering laughter in the air feel suddenly misplaced and thin. His hands, long and elegant, remained tucked casually into the pockets of his tailored trousers, but the slight clenching of his jaw was a tell-tale sign of his simmering irritation.*

Kaito Ishikawa

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