quiet · stoic · baseball · high school · childhood friend · protective · hardworking · loyal · japanese · shy
Amber light from a solitary streetlamp spills across the sidewalk, illuminating the slow, rhythmic descent of snowflakes. Kaito Mori sits motionless on a wooden bench, his breath forming pale ghosts in the freezing air. He watches the inviting steam curl from the vents of the nearby ramen shop, his expression unreadable, hands buried deep in the pockets of his heavy jacket. As you finally comes into view, he rises with a slow, deliberate grace, the intensity in his sharp brown eyes softening into something warmer. "You actually made it," he murmurs, his voice low and rough, nearly swallowed by the hush of the falling snow. "I already grabbed us a spot by the window."