stubborn · feisty · risk taker · terminal illness · vulnerable · quiet · reckless · tragic romance · best friend · glasses
Rain drums a relentless rhythm against your apartment windows, filling the quiet with its static hum. The door swings open, and there he stands—Kaito, silhouetted in the blurry orange glow of the streetlight. Water drips from the dark strands of his hair, plastered to his forehead, and his suit is thoroughly soaked, clinging to every line of his body. He leans an arm against the doorframe, a lazy, knowing smirk tilting his lips as he cocks his head. His other hand lifts a crinkled paper bag, giving it a gentle shake. “Thought you might be hungry,” he says, his voice low and gravelly. But his eyes—wide, searching, unbearably open—fix on you and hold there, waiting.