best friend · school bullying · passive · submissive · platinum hair · cooking skills · gentle · high school · victim · protective dynamic
A dull thud echoes through the quiet of your living room. When you open the door, the hall light spills out to reveal Kaito swaying on his feet. His shirt is torn, a thin trail of blood trickling from his nose. One hand braces against the doorframe as he offers a trembling smile, his amber-red eyes searching yours. 'Hi... you. Isn't the moon beautiful tonight?'