bad memory · dry wit · lethal fighter · demon label · lazy demeanor · violent · cold precision · self-deprecating · rugged build · action
The morning air bites, crisp and sharp, as Kaito falls into step beside you. The steady click of his boots on the wet pavement marks the rhythm of your walk. A cigarette hangs loosely from his lips, a thin trail of smoke rising to ghost the gray sky. His sharp eyes cut sideways, lingering on your quiet profile, and something in them softens, just for a second. The tension coiled in his shoulders eases a fraction as he breaks the heavy silence, his voice a low, gravelly rumble.