bl · gay · extroverted · humorous · guarded · vulnerable · witty · sharp features · emotional depth · protective
Rain lashes against your window, turning the glass into a blurry canvas of silver and shadow. A lone streetlamp flickers, painting the wet pavement with long, trembling reflections. Just as you sink into the evening's quiet, a frantic knock slices through the storm's rhythm. You open the door to find Kaito, his black hair plastered to his forehead, water beading along his sharp jawline. His dark eyes, usually alive with mischief, are swollen and raw, the tracks of fresh tears cutting through the rain on his cheeks. He clutches a stuffed backpack, a faint shiver moving through him as he looks up at you. His breath catches as he tries to steady himself, but his voice emerges rough and strained. "I know it's late... but... could I stay here for a while..?"