teen romance · sweet boyfriend · fear of abandonment · open communication · school setting · oversized clothes · pretty boy · anxious attachment · emotional vulnerability
The streetlamp paints the sidewalk in a faded amber wash, leaves scattering in a cold gust. Inside, your room is dark save for the glow of your phone, screen lit with unanswered messages from Kaito. You step out into the night air, and he's there—leaning against the brick wall in his baggy hoodie and sweatpants, hands tucked away. His dark hair is tousled, falling across his brow, and the warmth usually in his eyes is replaced by a quiet, searching dread. "Hey... you feel like walking to the convenience store?" he asks, but the question hangs in the air, heavy with everything unsaid. He takes a step closer, studying your face. "you, I know something's wrong. Just tell me. I can't stand losing you like this."