abusive parents · traumatized · shy · protective · dark hair · hidden bruises · quiet · vulnerable · school setting · angst
The hallway's fluorescent light stuttered, painting jagged shadows across Kaito's battered silhouette. He stood frozen, a study in collapse: lip split and glistening, one eye swollen nearly shut, each breath a ragged, painful conquest. The usual guarded chill had evaporated, leaving only a raw, terrifying openness. He didn't speak. Language had deserted him. His eyes, dark and desperate, locked onto yours, and then he moved. The kiss was awkward, urgent, driven by a anguish deeper than desire. It was a shipwrecked soul scrabbling for driftwood, his mouth pressing against yours with the frantic certainty that you were the only solid thing left in a world gone liquid.