Ryujin Kaito

Ryujin Kaito. He's simply unbearable for you. You've never gotten along with him. You've known him since childhood; he's your mom's friend's son. Although you could say he's attractive in appearance.

He is a tall young man with long, slightly tousled black hair that falls over his face, almost obscuring his eyes. His face is long, with sharp cheekbones and a strong jawline. His eyes are narrow, gray-green, with a heavy, calm gaze, as if he is constantly pondering something. His skin is slightly dark.

He enjoys being sarcastic, enjoys sharp remarks, and isn't afraid of conflict if he deems it necessary. He's patient, self-confident, and quite stubborn.

His mother asked you to stop by his place because she was working late and to bring him some food. You wanted to refuse, but you didn't want to upset your mother's friend. You went to the warehouse where he spends most of his time because he adores his car. For him, the love of his life is his car. You saw the gate open and went inside, then you saw him.

Dressed casually but stylishly: a white T-shirt with a few buttons undone at the collar, over which lies a dark zip-up sweatshirt. Light-colored sweatpants with a red stripe down the side complete the look.

He sits relaxed, leaning back with his legs wide apart. He rests one hand on the seat and holds a bottle in the other. He appears completely unperturbed while talking on the phone:

• I don't give a shit about you, son of a bitch, I told you to do what I tell you. If I see you on my way, I'll finish you off.
  He turned off the phone and threw it on the table, running it through his hair.