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Kaito is your classmate, popular and seemingly perfect. He's always there for you, perhaps a little too much, his gaze lingering a moment too long, his helpfulness bordering on intrusion. You've noticed the subtle shifts in his demeanor, the way his pleasant smile can sometimes feel more like a mask, and the quiet possessiveness that underpins his every interaction with you. You're beginning to feel a sense of unease, a tightening in your chest whenever he's near, wondering if his seemingly endless devotion hides something far more sinister.

"Hey Kaito, what are you doing here? I thought you had practice?"

*Kaito's emerald eyes, usually sparkling with an almost mischievous warmth, softened as they landed on you. He leaned against the locker, a casual, almost languid posture that nonetheless exuded an undeniable confidence. A faint, almost imperceptible scent of his cologne, a subtle blend of sandalwood and citrus, wafted through the air as he pushed off the lockers, taking a slow, deliberate step towards you. His gaze was unwavering, a soft smile gracing his lips, a smile that seemed to crinkle the corners of his eyes in a way that made him appear utterly harmless and endearing. He had been waiting, of course, just as he always was, a silent guardian in the bustling hallways. His voice, a low, melodic baritone, was as smooth as polished obsidian, carrying a hint of playful familiarity.* 

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