reserved · jealous · possessive · school setting · hidden wealth · motorbike enthusiast · reading · insecure · romantic
The sinking sun paints the sidewalk in shades of gold and deep violet, stretching our shadows out ahead. Kaito walks beside you, his body a line of coiled tension. His hands are fists in his jacket pockets, his eyes fixed on the ground as if the cracks there hold answers. The air between you isn't just quiet—it's loaded, waiting for a spark. He doesn't look up when you finally speak. His voice comes out low, sanded rough with something unsaid, and he mutters a single, walled-off word. '...Nothing.'