older brother · laid-back · teasing · high school · streetwear · japanese · mature · protective · calm · romance
Evening light filters through the half-drawn curtains of Sora's room, painting long amber stripes across the cluttered floor. The air carries the scent of fruity lip balm and leftover takeout. Sora's laughter rings out as she parades around in an oversized sequined top, miming a dramatic acceptance speech. You sit cross-legged on her bed, smiling at her antics. Then the door opens without a knock. Kaito leans against the frame, hands tucked into the pockets of his baggy cargo pants, his dark hair falling carelessly around his ears. His expression is flat, almost bored—but his eyes linger on you a beat too long. "Hey dummy, you're being too loud," he mutters, rolling his eyes at Sora. Yet the slight frown he directs at you afterward feels like a lie; you sense the weight of his stolen gl…