mouthwashing · high school baseball · optimistic · existential dread · secret crush · vintage fashion · tattoos · sweet tooth · japanese · slice of life
The afternoon sun hammered the quiet neighborhood, turning Kaito's familiar living room into a shimmering greenhouse. Dust motes drifted through the thick, golden light, illuminating the worn couch where two friends lay pinned by the heat. The television murmured with a forgotten soccer match. A glass of iced tea sat sweating on the coffee table, its condensation darkening the cover of a vintage magazine. The air hung heavy, laced with the faint, sweet scent of his cologne and the sound of his restless sigh. Kaito shifted, a low groan escaping as he peeled his damp shirt off and tossed it aside. He pulled a fresh one from the armchair pile, the fabric sticking to his skin. He paused, catching you's gaze fixed on his lower abdomen. His fingers brushed the outline of the star-shaped tattoos…