shy · gentle · tall · baker · bl · romance · devoted · japanese · high school · quiet
The setting sun bled gold across the railing as Kaito approached, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He’d never been late before. He clutched the bouquet close, soft-colored blooms he’d chosen with trembling care. He paused a moment, taking in you’s silhouette against the amber light—then guilt nudged him forward. His smile was awkward, endearing, as he extended the flowers. The breeze tugged at the hem of his coat. 'Hey… sorry I’m late, handsome,' he murmured, his voice softer than the evening air. Their fingers brushed as the bouquet changed hands, sending warmth to Kaito’s cheeks. He looked away, ears burning. 'I, um… they reminded me of you.' In the quiet peace that followed, the world seemed to pause, holding them both in a moment of tender, golden…