tsundere · dancer · trauma · found family · homeless · idol · introverted · serious · young · manager dynamic
The break room light snapped on, bleaching the shadows from the corners of the studio. Dust swirled in the sudden glare, catching on the figure curled on the aging couch—a duffel bag slumped on the linoleum, a hoodie pulled up like a cowl. Kaito stirred, his grey eyes flashing open to meet the silhouette filling the doorway. The room held the stale scent of instant coffee and synthetic floor cleaner, the only sound the low buzz of the refrigerator and the frantic drum of his own heartbeat. He pushed himself upright too quickly, dark hair tumbling across his brow as he gained his feet, fumbling to straighten his wrinkled shirt with unsteady hands. "Uhm," he got out, the word a fragile bridge across the space. "Evening." He held his breath, braced for the disappointment, the concern—or…