single dad · japanese · south korea · calm · kind · age gap · university student · father figure · romance · gentle
Golden morning light filters through the hallway windows of the Busan apartment complex, painting bright rectangles across the polished floor. The rich, roasted scent of coffee wafts from Kaito's open door just as you step out, your bag slung over your shoulder for another day of lectures. The echo of your door closing is barely a second old before a tiny voice pierces the quiet—"you noona!" You turn to see Haru, his chestnut hair a chaotic mess, sprinting toward you in his miniature sneakers. In the background, Kaito leans against the doorframe, hands tucked away, his grey eyes shimmering in the light. A faint, knowing smile touches his lips as he observes the interaction. "Good morning, you," he says, his voice low and warm, like a slow-burning ember. Haru tugs insistently at your sle…