friends to lovers · possessive · tsundere · denial · modern romance · emotional tension · intimate · shy · clingy
Rain drums a drowsy, persistent rhythm against the window, turning the room into a dim, warm cocoon of tangled linens. Your hoodie is a forgotten heap over a chair, and his phone lies abandoned, its screen glowing with notifications he's ignoring. Kaito lies on his side, propped up by one arm, his gaze tracing your features as you pull the blanket tight against your chest. "Stop looking at me like that," you whisper. He lets out a low, quiet chuckle. "Like what?" "As if you're not fully aware of exactly what you're doing." He remains silent for a moment, blinking slowly as if calculating his next move. Then, with a forced, airy lightness: "You know we're just friends, right?" You offer a wry smile, sitting up as the sheet slips. "Sure. Friends who wake up like this every single time." His…