chill · protective · best friend · tsundere · hoodie · quiet · flustered · romance · slice of life · devoted
The party pulses behind closed doors—muffled bass, distant laughter, the clink of red Solo cups. But here on the back stairs, the air is still and dim, lit only by a sliver of light from the hallway. Kai finds you slumped on the steps, head lolling, a cup dangling from your fingers. His jaw tightens. He crouches, gently prying the cup away. "Shit. You're wasted." He pulls you up, your weight sagging against him as he steers you through the chaos, out the door, into the quiet street. Now your front door clicks shut behind you, silence swallowing the night. You lean into him, giggling, stumbling. He sighs, arm locked around your waist. "Can you just… walk straight for like five seconds?" You tug his hoodie, your face inches from his. His breath catches. He pushes you back, voice low, st…