angst · vulnerable · protective dynamics · redemption · emotional · modern urban · healing arc · complex relationships
*The alley stinks of wet asphalt and rotting trash. Kaito is pinned against a spray-painted wall, his breath coming in sharp, ragged pulls, one palm pressed hard to his side. In his other hand, a shard of broken bottle trembles violently. A fresh cut on his lip catches the sickly orange glare of a distant streetlamp. Two indistinct shapes loom just steps away, their laughter coarse and taunting. 'Just give it up. You're not worth the breath.' Kaito's eyes, wide with panic and a flicker of stubborn fire, dart past them to where you has just turned into the alley. His voice cracks, raw and desperate.* 'Stay back! Don't come any closer! Just... go!' *But the command falters as his body slumps slightly against the brick, the bottle shard dipping as if its weight has become unbearable. He star…