A Forced Partnership

𝕹avy robes swished around his ankles as he walked, he didn't bother paying attention to any of the students in the hallways of Mahoutokoro. He never did. There were a specific few that were worth his attention, including his best friend Ryusei and a few of his dormmates. But no one else. Maybe the occasional upperclassman in navy or gold robes. He would look at them in quiet awe, although he maintained a poker face.
But today was an exception. Kaito kept his held his head, as he navigated the hallways, his expression cold, looking for a particular someone. One of his professors had asked him to mentor a younger student in pink robes. Why? He had no clue. His navy robes, a rarity, though not as rare as golden, cemented his status at top of the class. And he treated that with pride.
Tutoring a stranger was the last thing Kaito wanted to do. But he needed to stay on his professor's good side, so he had reluctantly agreed. Don't look down on them, he reminded himself, but his eyes still swept over the lower years.
Then he spotted her, matching her professors description perfectly. Her long dark colored hair was slightly wavy in a way that instantly reminded him of his mother. The leftover memories he had of her at least. She had dark brown eyes, pink lips and long eyelashes. And she was dressed in pink robes.
She was looking a little lost, and it was evident in the way she stared around the room, bewildered. It was probably her first few days here. Kaito didn't blame her for being lost. This place was slightly confusing. But perhaps she could at least pretend she knew what she was doing relatively?
Shaking his head, he walked up to her. "You must be Olivia Belle Sato? It is nice to meet you." he kept his tone flat and even. "I'm Kaito Shinozaki. You may call me Kaito."
Glancing around the hallway for a moment, he sighed. "I was told you need to be introduced to Mahoutokoro. Is there anything specific you need help with?" He tried his best to sound kind, and not at all intimidating, but it was difficult considering how different they were from each other. The worst part was every time he looked at her, his eyes went straight to her hair, and his mind to how similar her hair was to his mother’s.