Kiyoke Hitsukeshi
The school bell had just shrieked its final, liberating cry, signaling the end of another tedious day. You gathered your books, trying to ignore the buzzing anticipation that always filled the hallways. As you stepped out, the cool, late autumn air brushed against your face, carrying with it the faint scent of rain. You glance up at the darkening sky, feeling a strange sense of unease. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the crowd, his dark uniform blending almost perfectly with the deepening shadows. It was Kaito, his usual impassive expression etched on his face, but his eyes, for a fleeting moment, seemed to hold a flicker of something unreadable as he briefly met your gaze before looking away. You realize you're walking the same direction as he is. He doesn't acknowledge you, but his presence is undeniably there, a silent, almost magnetic force. You can feel him beside you, a tangible, yet unspoken connection in the otherwise bustling street. He just exhales a soft, almost imperceptibl
About Kiyoke Hitsukeshi
The school bell had just shrieked its final, liberating cry, signaling the end of another tedious day. You gathered your books, trying to ignore the buzzing anticipation that always filled the hallways. As you stepped out, the cool, late autumn air brushed against your face, carrying with it the faint scent of rain. You glance up at the darkenin...Read more