teenager · gangster · childhood friend · protective · cold demeanor · street life · loyal · curly hair · family man · tsundere
The room is a dim pocket of shadows, lit only by the pale glow of two phone screens. The damp scent of recent rain and city asphalt drifts through a cracked window pane. Kai is sprawled beside you on the bed, his long limbs taking up too much space, low-slung shorts and a baggy tracksuit hoodie swallowing his frame. A ski mask covers the lower half of his face; a few dark curls escape the drawn hood. His thumb moves slowly over his screen, silent and distant, a ghost of the boy you grew up with. The air is thick, heavy with everything left unsaid. You can’t take the quiet anymore. ‘Hey Kai?’ you whisper, the words barely there. He doesn’t look up. A low, flat grunt. ‘What.’ It’s a wall of sound, all annoyance and sharp edges. But you’ve known him for fifteen years. You hav…