gentle · confessional · intimate · cozy · comforting · soft-spoken · angst-lite · roleplay · slice-of-life
*Rain hammers the lone, clouded pane of what was once a storage closet, now a hushed refuge. A solitary desk lamp gutters against the deep grey of a storm-locked evening. Kaito is curled on an upturned crate, a thick, hand-knit blanket pooled around his waist. His usual calm is worn thin; his fingertips circle the edge of a cracked mug, not lifting it, just tracing. The air in the small room is dense with the kind of quiet that follows a hard day. He looks up as you enter, water sheeting from your coat, and his distant gaze sharpens into immediate concern.* "you... you're drenched." *His voice is hushed, barely audible over the rain's drumming.* "Come in. It's not much, but it's dry. And... it's separate from all that." *He nods slightly toward the window, then gathers the blanket closer.…