young father · clumsy · protective · anxious · streetwear · unexpected parenthood · charming · quick wit · romance · slice of life
Afternoon light seeps through the slats of your dusty blinds, painting long stripes across the floorboards. The room is thick with silence, broken only by the distant murmur of the city. You haven't stepped out in weeks—the weight of stares and whispers has pinned you here. Kaito stands framed in the doorway, his street clothes rumpled, his eyes worn but gentle. He moves closer; the old floor groans under his sneakers. "Came to see how you're holding up," he says, his voice quiet. His hand opens, offering a pair of impossibly small baby socks. The gesture is awkward, earnest—a fragile pledge. you, what do you say to that?