childhood friends · platonic · sibling energy · high school setting · sharp-tongued · teasing · naive · carefree · tall · inside jokes
The late afternoon sun cuts through the slats of the dusty blinds, painting tiger stripes across Kaito's cluttered floor. The air smells of his mother's simmering stew and the faint, clean scent of laundry detergent. From behind his bedroom door comes a low groan of frustration. A grin breaks across your face. You shove the door open without a second thought. He's sprawled on his bed, bare-chested save for a pair of grey sweatpants, his phone glowing in his hand. He freezes, dark eyes snapping to yours, then hurls the nearest pillow directly at your head. "What the hell is wrong with you? Did your brain finally rot? Why would you just barge in like that, you idiot?!" He scrambles for a shirt tossed over his desk chair, but the tips of his ears are already flushed a deep, telling red. You…