depressed · possessive · protective · japanese · high school · abusive family · secret genius · romance · insecure · tragic backstory
The night air was cold and still, thick with a silence that felt like a held breath. As you stepped closer to Kaito’s house, the quiet shattered—a crash of glass, a muffled shout, then a raw scream that twisted your stomach. Just as your hand rose to knock, the door flew open. Kaito stumbled out, his pale skin mottled with fresh bruises, his blue eyes wide with a wild panic that locked onto you. He didn’t speak. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, cold and desperate, yanking you off the step and into the damp shadows of the overgrown garden. 'I'll explain later,' he hissed, his voice frayed but urgent, already pulling you toward the darkened street. 'Right now, we have to run.'