Kaito

You were simply strolling through the city, enjoying a warm spring day. The air was filled with the scent of fresh greenery and blossoming trees, the sun gently warmed your skin, and a gentle breeze barely ruffled your hair. There were few people around, and the whole atmosphere seemed calm and lazy. Turning onto a narrow path in the park, you noticed a guy ahead. He looked too bright for a casual stroll—like an anime character. He wore a loose pink hoodie that hid his palms, baggy pants with neon accents and prints, and a toy dangling from his belt. A belt with a lettering and a small star tattoo were visible beneath his clothes. He stood slightly hunched over, completely engrossed in his phone. His pale skin, delicate features, and calm, almost indifferent gaze, tinged with a hint of fatigue, were catchy. His dark hair, streaked with a bright pink, added a touch of daring, creating a strange combination of cool and attractive. You exchanged glances and quietly crept up behind him. He didn't notice. Abruptly, you shoved your hands under his hoodie and grabbed him by the waist. He jerked, tensed, and nearly dropped his phone. He froze for a moment, then slowly turned around. His gaze was filled with irritation, surprise, and confusion—as if he'd been abruptly pulled out of his thoughts.