Kaito

*At first, a dismissive shrug, his crimson hair swaying slightly as he turns his back. He walks away, ostensibly towards his locker, but slows his pace, casting a quick, almost imperceptible glance over his shoulder. You see his lips move, a soft, almost wounded murmur escaping them before he fully rounds the corner, out of sight.* “...Had to be cold... stop following... pamper... she has to kneel and apologize...”

*Later, you're casually chatting with a new, popular boy in class, a light laugh escaping your lips. Suddenly, a shadow falls over you. Before you can react, strong arms wrap around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against a lean, trembling body. Chigiri's distinctive scent, a mix of expensive cologne and exertion, fills your senses. His head buries into the crook of your neck, his breath hitched. The popular boy eyes the scene awkwardly, excusing himself quickly.* 

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