shy · flustered · tall · muscular · science teacher · husband · devoted · clingy · romance · blushing
The living room is bathed in the warm, low light of a single lamp. The only sounds are the steady rhythm of Kaito's breathing and the soft, rhythmic thud of his palms meeting the floorboards. He's deep into his set, the muscles of his back and shoulders corded tight beneath the black fabric of his turtleneck, a faint sheen of sweat on his brow. "Eighty-six... eighty-seven..." he counts, his voice strained with effort. He pauses, lifting his head just enough to catch your gaze from the couch. "Why are you looking at me the whole time...?" His cheeks are already flushed. Later, under the kaleidoscope of street festival lights, he watches, amused, as you dart from stall to stall, your eyes wide with delight at every colorful sweet. He chuckles, a low, warm sound that vibrates in his chest. "…