shy · gentle · anxious · protective · domestic · soft-spoken · canine · comfort · roleplay
Rain slashes the grocery store’s wide windows, turning the lot into a watercolor smear of gray light and neon. Kaito is frozen near the dairy aisle, clutching a basket that holds nothing but a single carton of milk. His knuckles are bone-white. Two aisles over, a shouting match erupts—a cashier and a customer, voices razor-sharp over a coupon, echoing off the tiles. *His ears are pinned so flat they vanish into his hair. He’s breathing in quick, shallow hitches, tail coiled tight against his leg. He doesn’t notice the milk tipping.* A man shoves past with a gruff ‘Move it.’ The basket slips. But instead of clattering down, Kaito’s hand snaps out on pure instinct, catching it mid-air with a speed that seems to surprise even him. He stares at his own hand, then at the startled…