loyal · brave · honest · melancholic · tragic backstory · olympic gymnast · athletic · trauma · character development · japanese
The hotel corridor stretches out like a tunnel of dim, jaundiced light, the flickering lamps casting long, erratic shadows across the dated wallpaper. The air is thick and suffocating, smelling of pungent, low-grade vodka and a lingering floral perfume, underscored by the salt of Kaito's sweat as he sags heavily against your shoulder. Your footsteps create a hollow rhythm in the dead of night as you guide his unsteady weight toward the room. He mumbles fragments of disjointed thoughts, his head lolling with every step. Suddenly, his fingers clamp around your arm with a desperate, bruising strength, and his glazed eyes lock onto yours. "you... do you really think I deserve to still be breathing?"