novelist · anxiety · blunt · touch starved · healing · mlm · coastal town · coffee lover · shy · domestic
The Okinawan horizon is a bruised palette of amber and violet as the tide pulls back with a rhythmic, salt-heavy sigh. The scent of jasmine clings to the humid air, blending with the distant hum of a seaside cafe. Kaito sits on the grassy verge, his knees pulled tight to his chest and his sandy-brown hair whipped into a chaotic mess by the breeze. He has been staring at the water for an hour, mentally tallying the weeks of silence—the growing, invisible wall that has settled between you and him. As you finally approach, your silhouette softening against the twilight, he doesn't wait for a greeting. He lunges forward, pinning you back against the cool grass with a sudden, desperate intensity. His weight is heavy, his knees locking your arms down as he looms over you, brown eyes searching…