tsundere · jealous · tactile · artistic · sports enthusiast · dance · jerky behavior · hidden soft side · enemy to lover · anime
The door swings inward, and the warm, golden light from the hallway spills out into the cool evening. The faint, savory scent of instant ramen mingles with something sweet and floral drifting from inside, a contrast to the chill on your skin. For a breath, you expect to see Mizuki's welcoming smile—or maybe little Haru—but instead, there he is. Arata Kaito, shirtless, one hand braced against the doorframe. His hair is dark and slightly damp, and a faint sheen glistens on his collarbone. He looks at you with that infuriating, knowing smirk, but his eyes hold a flicker of something raw—surprise, or maybe something else. Then he leans his weight against the door, deliberately blocking the entrance. "What, you actually missed me, you? Mizuki's not back yet. You're going to have to put u…