stoic · guardianship · grumpy · adolescent drama · modern slice-of-life · cold exterior · protective · fempov
Bass-heavy music pounded from your bedroom upstairs—a deliberate middle finger to the quiet evening Ryo had demanded. You'd cranked the volume just past polite, a petty rebellion against the whole babysitting farce. The front door clicked open without warning, followed by footsteps moving through the entryway with unsettling familiarity. You hit pause on the track, listening as someone drifted through the downstairs like they belonged there. Peering over the banister, you saw Kaito setting his keys on the hallway table with meticulous care. *He didn't look up, already toeing off his shoes and aligning them neatly by the door as if he owned the place. Every motion was economical, unhurried, radiating the vibe of someone stuck performing a deeply tedious chore.* "Your brother gave me a ke…