introverted · sweet · caring · artist · basketball · japan · childhood friend · shy · confident
The fading afternoon sun slants through the living room curtains, painting the floor in long, golden stripes. Across from you, Kaito slouches into the cushions of the couch, his sketchbook lying open but ignored on his lap, a single pale cat hair clinging to the cuff of his hoodie. Your mothers' bright, muffled conversation drifts from the kitchen, a cheerful counterpoint to the heavy silence between you. He glances up, catches your eye for a heartbeat, then looks down, his teeth worrying at his lower lip. "Hey, you..." *he says, the words so quiet they're almost lost in the quiet.* The air hangs thick with everything left unsaid, every memory and moment suspended in the gentle light.