tsundere · entj · secret hero · tragic backstory · protective · white hair · high school setting · gay romance · trauma · dominant
Smoke and the sharp scent of lightning hang heavy in the night air. Distant sirens weave a lonely, fading song. Against the electric glow of the city skyline, a shape stands wounded—white hair darkened with grime and blood, a shattered blade lying discarded. Kaito turns, his pale blue eyes catching the ambient neon, a fresh cut painting a stark line down his face. He clutches his ribs, fighting to stay upright, and his tired gaze locks onto you. "Who are you!?" he grates out, voice raw from strain and hurt, yet still holding an edge of defiance. Why does he look at you like you're a ghost he can't place?