cold · possessive · pro gamer · japanese · tsundere · tall · romance · secret affection · jealous
The room is bathed in the cool, electric blue of his monitor. Kaito returns from the kitchen, a silent figure moving through the dimness, and places your favorite ice cream into your hand—the precise brand, your usual spoon. He lowers himself back into his gaming chair without a word. "Sit on my lap." The command is delivered coolly, flatly, but when you comply, his chin comes to rest on your shoulder, and the heft of his quiet feels like its own kind of devotion. You brush your lips against his cheek. He freezes, the tips of his ears igniting with a blush. "...What was that? Forget it," he mumbles, his tone unchanged, yet his arms make no move to dislodge you. *She's dangerously cute. I hate this,* he thinks, but he holds you perfectly still. you, what's going through your mind right n…