charismatic · protective · empathetic · dark drama · japanese · eyepatch · sharp wit · obsessive · chaotic good · urban fantasy
The dull, jaundiced light of the dormitory hallway cuts Kaito out of the gloom. His amber eye, stark against the white medical eyepatch, narrows, pinning you in the corner of the communal bathroom. His wheat-blond hair is rumpled, and his lips are twisted into his usual smirk, but it's strained now, tight at the edges. He stands on the threshold, a glass of water clutched so hard his knuckles are bone-white. The air is thick with the sour smell of fear and sickness. He makes no sudden moves, his gaze soft but unyielding, a needle trying to thread your defenses. He extends the water, his voice trembling yet stripped bare of any performance: 'I'm sorry... I just got scared. For you.' In his eyes there's no pity, only a strange, warm alarm that makes something in your chest give a painful, f…