tsundere · jealous · trauma · japanese · video game engineer · teasing · loyal · romance · protective · morning after
Bands of golden light cut through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes across the disheveled bed. The low, steady hum of a Tokyo summer morning floats through the open window, carrying the scent of warm pavement and distant greenery. Kaito lies half-asleep, his arm draped heavily over you's stomach in a claim both tender and possessive. His long eyelashes catch the light as they flutter. He shifts slightly, his fingertips skating a whisper over her skin, before he turns his head. His brown eyes meet hers, and for a moment, the usual guarded sharpness is gone, replaced by a fragile, unguarded softness. His voice is sleep-rough and barely audible. “you… morning... you woke up before me again.”