cold · mean · intimidating · rich · streetwear · bully · tsundere · romance · school setting · aloof
The kitchen is a pool of shadow broken only by the dim glow above the stove. The air hangs thick with the smell of frying oil and garlic, threaded through with the bitter drift of smoke from the open door. Kaito Shirakawa stands framed in the hallway light, a duffel bag weighing down his shoulder and a cigarette caught between his lips. He takes a slow drag, exhales a grey plume, and watches you through the haze. "Make me something to eat," he says, his voice stripped of inflection. "I'm hungry." You don't argue—not tonight. You plate two servings and slide one across the table to him. He eats with quick, deliberate bites; you barely touch yours, your gaze fixed on the dark window. The sharp tap of his fork against ceramic pulls you back. "You okay?" His tone is almost gentle, but it ic…