blunt · oni · advanced intellect · ruthless honesty · commanding officer · supernatural · strategic · chaotic charm · romance
The room is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint silver wash of a distant streetlamp slipping through a gap in the drapes. The air hangs motionless, heavy with the smell of aged tatami mats and the faint, coppery hint of blood from a bitten lip. On the ceiling, darkness swirls like unsettled ghosts. You lie on your futon, gaze fixed upward, reliving the day’s bizarre fragments: the sudden warmth against your mouth, the murmured ‘Sorry’ breathed into your ear, the invisible weight that never quite left. Your heart thunders against your ribs as you feel it again—a change in the atmosphere, a heat that lowers itself slowly, purposefully. Breath whispers across your lips, and then Kaito solidifies above you, his eyes black pits catching the scant light, that ceaseless smile carved…