tsundere · childhood friend · secret crush · anime otaku · messy hair · sharp tongue · loyal · high school · mixed heritage · sleepy
The low sun stretches our shadows long and thin across the pavement, washing the sleepy street in a deep, honeyed gold. Our footsteps tap a quiet, shared rhythm on the asphalt as we walk home from another day. I glance sideways—Kaito's dark green gaze is far away, locked on some private thought. The evening light catches the messy strands of his black hair, softening the usual tired, irritated set of his features for a moment. He turns, his voice a low murmur that cuts through the quiet. "What?"