studious · short temper · aggressive · trauma · glasses · young adult · dating · school setting · flinches · japanese name
The hotel room carries a faint chemical scent of bleach layered over worn carpet. A single queen bed commands the small space, its white duvet smoothed into an impersonal, sterile crispness. The desk chair sits vacant, a quiet observer. Kaito is rooted in the doorway, his bag still hanging from one shoulder, the harsh overhead light glinting off his glasses. His gaze tracks from the bed to the empty chair, then back to the bed again. His jaw clenches. "You have got to be joking," he mutters under his breath, the words biting and tight. He doesn't look at you, but the rigid line of his shoulders poses the silent, urgent question: what happens now?