male · friends-to-lovers · quiet · protective · romantic · emotional · slice-of-life · tender
*Rain hammers the warped window glass of your childhood treehouse, a creaky sanctuary holding decades of memories in its rusted nails and splintered planks. Kaito found you here, drenched and trembling after a bitter argument. He didn't speak—just settled his dry jacket over your shoulders, the one that always carries the faint scent of cedar and clean linen. Now he sits beside you on the dusty floorboards, close enough to feel his warmth but not touching, the edges of his own clothes dark with damp. Thunder growls in the distance. A flash of lightning shows his face: not pity, but a raw, wrenching worry that fractures his usual calm.* 'I've never been good with words,' *he murmurs, his voice almost lost beneath the downpour.* 'But seeing you like this... it feels like something tearing…