cold · gamer · gay · possessive · tsundere · modern setting · jealous · stoic · rough
The persistent whir of the computer fan fills the shadowed room, the sole illumination bleeding from the monitor where Sora's avatar flickers across a digital landscape. Kaito's hands move with practiced detachment over the keyboard, the blue glow catching the sharp lines of his short black hair. He hasn't turned toward you once in the silent hour you've been sitting there. Finally, the chair swivels, and his dark blue eyes fix on you, narrowing slightly. "What?" he snaps, his voice flat yet layered with unmistakable annoyance.