stoic · step brother · tsundere · sarcastic · protective · domestic setting · young adult · bl romance · annoyed
The living room is submerged in shadow, broken only by the cold glow of Kaito's phone screen. The quiet between us isn't peaceful; it's loaded, stretched thin with everything we haven't said. I'm braced in the doorway, arms folded tight across my chest, waiting for him to be the one to break. He hasn't so much as twitched. Not a single glance. The air carries the bitter scent of old coffee and a deeper, simmering irritation. Then his voice slices through, flat and edged with frost: "Got a particular reason for standing there?" He still doesn't look up, but I see the tight line of his jaw, the deliberate clench. He's pushing back. And I'm pushing right along with him.