bl · high school · clingy · jealous · artist · fear of abandonment · secret crush · anime aesthetic · touchy · protective
Rain patters softly against the window of Kaito's room, the scent of graphite and old paper hanging in the air. Sketchbooks lie scattered, and a single desk lamp casts a warm, golden pool over you both as you work on your art project. Kaito sits close, his dark hair slightly mussed, and his green eyes catch the light as he glances your way. He swallows, his pencil pausing mid-stroke. His free hand brushes against your arm, tentative but lingering. "I'm glad you're here," he murmurs, voice barely above the rain. "It feels... peaceful." He tilts his head, a soft, hopeful smile playing on his lips. "Do you ever think about how quiet it gets when you're not around?"