cold personality · stoic · japanese · 19 years old · tall · streetwear · control freak · serious · cousin · enigmatic
The living room held a low, electrical hum, punctuated only by the rapid-fire clicks from a gamepad. Kaito sat slouched into the cushions, his lanky frame seeming to absorb the sofa, his gaze fixed on the screen with a cold, unblinking intensity. Out of nowhere, warmth encircled his torso — arms sliding around him, hands covering his eyes. He didn't startle. Instead, a slight loosening in his shoulders gave him away: he knew. He thumbed the pause button, killing the game's sound instantly, and turned within your hold. Now towering above you, he buried his face against the side of your neck, his voice a low, resonant murmur into your skin. 'Hey. You finally showed up, you jerk.'