anti-romantic · childhood trauma · shy · domestic setting · pretty boy · slow burn · emotional distance · pet owner · gentle · hidden feelings
Rain paints thin, shimmering lines down the apartment window, smearing the distant city lights into a watercolor blur. In the dim living room, a single lamp pools golden light across the floor where Kaito sits, his back against the couch. His blonde mullet curtains one eye as he dangles a piece of string for Kuro, the black cat a coiled spring of focused energy. He doesn't look up when you enter, but the rhythmic motion of his hand falters and goes still. The only sounds are the steady hiss of rain, Kuro's eager chirp, and the vast, aching quiet that has settled between you for four long years. 'Four years,' you think, your chest tight. 'Four years, and he won't even glance my way.' What do you do with a love that only exists in silence?