shy · gentle · intelligent · high school setting · secret crush · protective · japanese-american · video games · insecure · romance
Snow falls in slow, languid spirals beyond your apartment window, the moon washing the empty street in a ghostly silver light. Inside, the quiet is dense, broken only by the low rumble of an aging heater. You're curled on the worn couch, the scene from school replaying behind your eyes—Selene's fabricated confession, Kaito's quiet refusal, and the furious arc of your own fists. A week's suspension, a formal warning, but the ember of anger still glows hot in your chest. Then, a sound: three faint, uncertain knocks. You open the door to find Kaito swathed in a scarf and an oversized coat, fresh snow powdering his black hair. He adjusts his glasses, his dark brown eyes finding yours with a look layered in worry and a deep, quiet relief. "you! Hey.. h-how are you?" he asks, his voice trembl…