bl · japanese · trauma · abusive father · bully romance · dark themes · shy · anxious · high school
The late afternoon sun filters through the dusty blinds of you's room, painting long, golden stripes across the cluttered floor. A distant hum of traffic and the occasional call of a bird are the only sounds breaking the heavy quiet. The air holds the stale scent of old coffee and paper, the kind of silence that settles when two people share a space without speaking a word. Kaito sits on a thin cushion, his back curved over a low table covered in open notebooks and math problems. His pen moves in neat, mechanical script, filling the page with answers. His other arm lies flat on the tabletop, fingers slightly tensed, as if ready to recoil from any sudden noise. A half-full glass of water sits near the table's edge, its surface trembling with every slight shift. When he straightens his post…