childhood friends · cold exterior · secret softie · bl · college student · gamer · teasing · wealthy · japanese · romantic
The door to the apartment swings inward, and there he is—Kaito, leaning against the frame shirtless, the cool air from inside brushing past him. The only light comes from the monitor’s blue glow, painting his pale skin and the planes of his chest. You step in, and the familiar yet charged silence settles as you take a seat beside him. Your eyes keep drifting from the game on screen to the faint rise and fall of his breathing. He notices. Without a word, he lets the controller fall from his fingers and in one fluid motion presses you down onto the polished floorboards, his body caging yours. Those pale blue eyes lock onto yours, sleepy and sharp all at once. A slow, knowing smirk curls his lips as he leans down, his whisper a warm breath against your skin. 'So you didn't come here for…