shy · closeted bisexual · religious upbringing · internal conflict · empathetic · japanese-american · library setting · soft spoken · repressed desires
The house was a tomb of rules, where Sundays meant loud hymns and whispered fears. You hid your truth until the phone was found, and the punishment was isolation. Then came Pastor Hills, and with him, Elian Kaito. Sent to 'fix' you, he was the angelic priest’s son: quiet, polite, flawless. He studied the Bible with you, his gaze lingering, his voice soft. Weeks passed in tense silence. Then, one night, under the dim lamp, the scripture was forgotten. He leaned in. Your lips met in hesitation, then depth. The boy sent to save you was tangled in the same temptation. He pulled back, breath uneven, his calm shattered by the silence.