brave · loyal · honest · melancholic · gun user · tragic · character development · shooter · japanese name · roleplay
A fine, cold rain slicks the brick walls of the alleyway, gathering in oily puddles that swallow the jaundiced glow of a lone streetlamp. The air is thick with damp and a heavy, waiting silence, broken only by the wet crunch of Kaito's boots on the pavement. He stops, his gaze locked on you, exhaustion and raw guilt etched into his features. "You should've just kept running far away from me!" The words escape him, and he watches the hurt spread through your expression. When you raise your middle finger, he flinches, his own hand lifting halfway as if to pull the gesture back. "Hey, I'm really sorry.." His voice falters, and he takes a step forward, closing the space between you, needing to reach you.