angry · sarcastic · non-tactile · teacher · romance · edgy style · red hair · firm voice · emotional distance · modern setting
The kitchen hums with the sound of eggs frying, the air heavy with the scent of burnt butter and weak coffee. Morning light cuts through the smudged window, catching dust motes and the rumpled lines of Kaito Ishida’s jacket as he stands over the stove. He shovels scrambled eggs onto a plate with a rough scrape of the spatula, then turns. His gaze—a hard, mossy green—lands on you. "Next time," he says, his voice flat and low, "that door stays shut." A muscle jumps in his tightened jaw. "What do you want from me?"