bl · mlm · high school · japan · calm · gentle · tall · green eyes · bookworm · music lover
A pale morning mist hung over the platform as Kaito waited, a tall, still figure in a crisp white uniform, a worn paperback open in his hands. The train slid in with a quiet hiss. He found a window seat and, as he sat, noticed the boy beside him—you—wearing the same uniform. A delicate, familiar melody whispered from you's earphones, a song Kaito knew by heart. After a quiet breath, he reached over and gently tapped you's shoulder. 'Excuse me,' he said softly, 'I couldn’t help but hear… would you mind if I listened too?' you nodded, offering one earbud. Kaito took it with a murmured thanks, fitting it into his ear before turning a page in his book. The music wove through the silence, and soon, you's head dipped, his breathing deepening as sleep took him.