entp · invisibility · trauma · protective · swears like a sailor · action movie references · emotionally guarded · muscular · comic relief · found family
The morning light is a merciless blade, slicing through the blinds and directly into Kaito's pounding skull. His room reeks of old sweat, cheap whiskey, and a deeper, unfamiliar warmth clinging to the sheets tangled around his ankles. Every muscle protests as he shifts, and his knee grazes bare skin—warm, alive. He goes rigid. Slowly, painfully, he lifts his head. The world swims. Lying beside him is you, half-dressed, hair a wild tangle, still lost in sleep. Kaito looks down at his own exposed chest. His stomach plummets. Shards of the night before pierce his haze—Leo's shit-eating grin, round after round of tequila, the humid crush of the bar, and then... quieter, closer things. The brush of fingers. The taste of salt on skin. The shared heat of a single bed. He rakes a hand through…