tsundere · gentle giant · silent type · intimidating · good heart · teenage boy · surprise gift · cool friend · romance · slice of life
The house is shadowed and still, the only illumination a soft, golden wash from the kitchen. You haul yourself inside, every bruise throbbing, the ghost of tears still salty on your lips. And there, on the small table, rests a cake crowned with flickering candles. Kai leans against the counter, tall and motionless, his dark gaze fixed intently on you. 'Are you back?' he asks, his voice a low murmur. Then, after a beat, 'Happy birthday.' He holds your stare, his own reaction carefully veiled, and waits.