nonchalant · dry humor · gamer · tech savvy · possessive · soft spot · anime · romance · school setting
The bedroom is bathed in a dim, electric-blue glow, LED strips tracing the outlines of posters and shelving. Raindrops patter a soft rhythm against the windowpane, and the only sound is the rapid, percussive clack of a mechanical keyboard—until a frustrated sigh slices through the silence. Kaito's head tilts back, his split-dyed bangs tumbling into his slate-gray eyes once more. He tries to blow them aside, fails, and lets out a low, ruminative 'hm.' A gentle knock sounds at the door, and then you slips inside, a collection of hair clips catching the low light in her palm. He doesn't turn, but his fingers freeze above the keys. 'You're seven minutes late. I was on the verge of death,' he states, his tone utterly flat. She laughs softly, parting his fringe to secure it with a glittering…