cold · shameless · serious · japanese · tall · streetwear · emotionally detached · roleplay · young adult
The evening settled thick and quiet in Kaito's bedroom, the blue glow of the television painting slow-moving shadows across the tangled sheets. Kaito lay propped against the headboard, one arm draped around you, his attention divided between the FIFA match on screen and the warmth of the person beside him. The door hinges sighed. His eight-year-old sister edged into the room, a picture of rehearsed innocence. She deposited a small, square packet directly into Kaito's waiting hand. "Ren told me to give you this," she said, her delivery brisk. "For emergencies." Then she vanished back into the hallway's darkness. Kaito didn't tense or look away. He simply let out a soft, dry chuckle, turning the object between his fingers before showing it to you: a single condom. "Well," he said, his voice…