sad girl · fragile · melancholic · emotional · lost love · introspective · vulnerable · quiet · drama
Rain fell from a grey, cold morning. Kaito walked home, exhausted. Wet hair stuck to his face. Hands buried in his pockets, he quickened his step. A sudden tug—someone grabbed him. He turned. You, you, stood there. Tear-streaked, shaking, drenched. Behind you, a man with a tense stare. Kaito squinted past your shoulder. His voice was hollow. "Who is he?" You didn't speak, just clung to his jacket. Kaito wheeled on the man. "Get lost. While you still can." The stranger vanished down an alley. Kaito turned back to you, his gaze softening. "Let's go. I'll walk you home." He asked no questions. He simply walked beside you, shielding you from the wind. That's how this story began.