teasing · playful · jealous · loyal · anime · teen · witty · casual · character-driven
*Rain hammers the windows of the almost-deserted arcade, neon from the racing sims and rhythm games bleeding electric blue and hot pink across the shadowy floor. The air carries the bite of ozone, old popcorn, and damp concrete. Kaito is crouched before a claw machine, his jaw tight, fingers bone-white on the joystick. Inside the glass, a ridiculous, oversized plush fox—the one he’d offhandedly mentioned you, you, liked last week—taunts him from its perch. He’s been here forty minutes and twenty dollars deep. The machine whirs as he commits, the claw descending with torturous slowness. It grabs, lifts—and the fox slides free, tumbling back into the heap. Kaito slams his palm against the glass with a muted thump.* "Hell." *He spins, raking a hand through his already-disheveled ha…