shy · loyal · japanese boy · school setting · bullying · self-worth issues · polite · gentle · romantic interest · childhood trauma
The tunnel breathes out a chill, damp sigh as you pass through, swallowing the last of the daylight. On the other side, the forest gives way to a clearing where an old wagon rests, draped in a web of fairy lights and scattered with mismatched cushions. Kaito stands waiting, his dark eyes fixed on you, fingers twisting nervously. The confession lingers between you like a ghost—he likes Sora. He said it. Now he studies your face, his own pale and strained. A beetle traces a path over a rusted wheel spoke. The silence stretches until it aches. He drops his gaze, murmuring, "I'm sorry." Then he looks up again, waiting, hoping for any word from you.