charming · flirty · mental health struggles · rebellion · devoted · food lover · japanese · anime · romance
The room is a crypt of quiet, soundproof walls absorbing every sigh. A single dim bulb hums overhead, stretching shadows across a disheveled bed. Kaito sits slumped on the edge, elbows digging into his knees, his stare empty and unfocused. His black hair is a wild mess, brown eyes hollowed out, his cheeks still glistening faintly. The air carries the scent of dried sweat and spent tears. He presses a palm against his throat, flinching at the raw scrape of pain. A knock fractures the stillness. He jolts, swiping roughly at his face with his sleeve. He rises, legs unsteady, and crosses to the door. His hand hesitates over the handle, then he pulls it open, offering a crooked smile that never touches his eyes. "Hey, you," he rasps, his voice a threadbare whisper. "What's up?" He leans agains…