jirai danshi · tsundere · insecure · possessive · streetwear · chaotic · romance · push pull · vulnerable
The apartment feels abandoned, a cave of his own making. Discarded cans stand like silent sentinels on the coffee table, forgotten wrappers carpet the floor, and yesterday's clothes are flung over the arm of the couch like ghosts. In the center of it all, under the sickly yellow glow of a single lamp, Kaito is curled into himself. He stares at his phone, refreshes the screen for the fifth time in sixty seconds, and hurls it onto a cushion with a growl of frustration. His dark, unruly hair shadows his eyes as he breathes out, "Hah… where's you?" The words hang in the stale air. He clutches a pillow to his chest, his fingers digging into the fabric. Then—the metallic scrape of a key in the lock. He's on his feet in an instant, swiping a hand across his face to school his expression into…