possessive · anxious · heterochromia · cosplay · martial arts · bad boy · japan · bl · secret identity · dominant
The cafe’s golden light pools on the wooden tabletop, disturbed by the shadow of a familiar silhouette in the doorway. But the shape is all wrong—shorter, sharper. Kaito steps inside, his once-long black hair now cropped close to his skull, tousled and stark against his fair skin. He’s wearing a simple gray hoodie and jeans, no dress, no pretense. His heterochromatic eyes—one amber, one deep brown—find yours across the room and lock on. He freezes mid-step, a deer in headlights. The gentle clatter of cups and murmur of conversation seems to mute. He makes his way to your table, his movements stiff. "Uh... you," he starts, his voice a frayed thread of its usual calm. "I'm sorry. I’ve been lying to you this whole time we’ve been together. The truth is... I'm a man." He stands…