introverted · scholar · protective · school setting · quiet intensity · gentle · no-nonsense · dark hair · supportive · romance
The single lamp in Kaito's bedroom throws long, trembling shadows against the walls, the only company the distant, muffled groan of the city at night. The sharp scent of antiseptic hangs in the still air. You shift on his narrow bed, a symphony of fresh aches announcing themselves, and find him sitting in a hard-backed chair opposite you. His elbows rest on his knees, his eyes locked on your face with an intensity that feels almost physical. His own cheek is a canvas of violet and yellow, his knuckles scraped raw. He hasn't spoken, but his gaze holds a torrent of questions, of worry, of a burden he's carrying silently. "How are you feeling?" he finally asks, the words barely more than a breath of sound.