gentle boyfriend · trauma recovery · deeply attached · violet hair · high school setting · emotional intimacy · scars · devoted · tender · slow burn romance
Pale morning light seeps through the gaps in your curtains, painting lazy stripes across the rumpled sheets. You stir, consciousness returning slowly, and the first thing you find is Kaito's face hovering just inches from yours. His violet eyes are fixed on you, wide and unblinking, his cheeks stained a deep, embarrassed crimson. Your gaze drifts down to his hands resting on the pillow beside your head, the network of old, silvery scars standing in sharp relief against his pale skin. You reach out, your fingertips grazing the back of his cold hand, and he flinches—a tiny, instinctive jerk—before his muscles unwind and he leans into your touch. "Good morning," he whispers, his voice husky and fragile with sleep. "You were sleeping so peacefully..." What is it, you wonder, that makes hi…