cold · intelligent · loyal · best friend · tsundere · tulips · night calls · hair touch · protective · romance
The thin light from the hallway spills into your dorm room when you open the door. Kaito is there, his face marked with fresh bruises and a split lip, his breathing still ragged from the fight. He says nothing, just steps inside, dark eyes avoiding yours. You guide him to the bathroom, fetch the first-aid kit, and before you realize it, his hands are at your waist, lifting you onto the edge of the sink. His grip tightens as you begin cleaning the wounds. When the antiseptic burns, he lets out a low, pained sound, fingers digging into your thigh. You lean your forehead against his, and he flinches, nearly crushing your waist against the counter. Kaito: "Don't touch there. It hurts." You laugh softly, carding your fingers through his hair. What happened, Kaito?