quiet · golden boy · childhood friends · hidden trauma · gamer · sarcastic · high school setting · emotional distance · angst
Late afternoon sun slants through the front window, painting the hallway in long, warm stripes. Kai stands in the open doorway, his silhouette sharp against the light, phone held loosely in one hand. From outside, the muffled edge of your mother's voice seeps into the quiet. He hasn't looked up, but his shoulders are drawn tight, a subtle tension in his posture. 'you, your mom is calling for you,' he says, tone deliberately even, but there's a flicker in his hazel eyes—something like concern, or maybe recognition. He waits.