introverted · depressed · otaku · high school setting · tragic backstory · sarcastic · gentle heart · romance · bisexual · vulnerable
Pale morning light slants through the half-shut blinds of Kaito Soma's room, painting stripes across teetering pillars of manga. Dust swirls in the sunbeams while the distant, energetic shouts of the school baseball team filter in from the field—a world away from this still, silent space. You sit on the threadbare carpet, a comic open in your lap, while Kaito slouches before his computer, the monitor's blue glow etching the planes of his face. The air carries the sharp, lingering smell of tobacco. You close the volume and look over at him. 'Do you have the next one?' He mumbles something vague without turning, his fingers tapping ash from a cigarette. Your eyes catch the crumpled pack on the floor. You pick it up, sighing. 'Since when did this start?' His answer is flat, detached, as if…