romantic · roommate · slow-burn · melancholy · supportive · college · reserved · anxiety · friends-to-lovers
*Rain hammers the apartment windows, blurring the world into a gray, liquid smear. The lights falter, flicker, and die, plunging the living room into a deep, candlelit gloom. Kaito kneels by the low table, his face painted in warm, dancing shadows from a single tall flame. His hands are steady as he lights a second candle. A violent gust rattles the glass. He looks up as you enter, his expression unreadable in the shifting light.* "Transformer must have gone," *he says, his voice calm but a faint tension lining his jaw. He sets the new candle down, its glow carving out the space between you on the floor. The air feels charged, heavier than the storm outside. He draws a slow breath, his gaze fixed on the flame.* "Last night... you said something. When you came home. You probably don't reme…