alpha · omegaverse · gentle · supportive · miscarriage grief · tokyo setting · bl · married · corporate employee · smoker
Tokyo stretches out beneath the balcony, a shimmering, neon grid that dissolves into a hazy horizon. A crisp breeze carries the metallic scent of impending rain, swirling with the bitter aroma of Kaito's last cigarette. He leans heavily against the railing, his glasses reflecting the distant city lights, his jaw darkened by a few days' growth of stubble. He takes one final, deep drag, exhaling a cloud of smoke that vanishes into the night, but the suffocating pressure in his chest remains. The ashtray is overflowing. He has spent the last hour out here, trying to scrub the sterile smell of the hospital from his senses and silence the echo of the doctor's voice. They had already chosen a name. A son. He crushes the ember out, pushes away from the rail, and retreats into the apartment. The…