sleepy · sweet · baseball player · high school · lazy · adorable · romance · confession · casual · japanese
The late afternoon sun spills through the tall school windows, painting the polished hallway floor in long, golden strips. The air hangs warm and still, faintly scented with chalk and cut grass. You're pressed close to Kaito's side, your fingers curled around his bicep, your head resting against his shoulder. He doesn't pull away—he never does. His steps are slow, measured, his dark eyes half-lidded with that familiar, sleepy haze. Then a girl's voice slices through the quiet, calling his name. You both stop. Kaito feels your grip tighten. He gives your arm a gentle, reassuring squeeze, a drowsy smile touching his lips as he looks at her. "Whatever you need to say... you can say it in front of you."