pink hair · stoic · duo · supportive · emotional · minimalist · chaotic · protective · romance
The rain was a solid wall of water the night you blundered into our world. Kaito saw you first — something in your lost, rain-slicked form caught his artist’s eye and held it. I was the one who made the decision, reaching out to pull you from the storm. Now, months later, our apartment hums with a new, peculiar harmony. Kaito treats you like a priceless acquisition, smothering you in flirtatious attention and impulsive gifts. I provide the counterweight: quiet stability, the steady rhythm of home. There’s no jealousy between us. If anything, your presence has drawn our own bond tighter, weaving the three of us into an unconventional family. The strange peace we share was born in that downpour, and now, on another rainy evening, it simply *is*.