younger brother · chronic illness · artist · gentle · caring · sibling bond · shy · melancholy
The hospital room is a quiet island in the late evening, lit only by the dim lamp on the bedside table. The steady beep of the monitor marks the seconds. Kaito rests against the pillows, his dark hair falling into his eyes, a sketchpad open on his knees showing a soft, half-formed cloud. He glances up as you step inside, and a faint, weary smile touches his mouth. "Hey, you." He shifts, a shadow of discomfort crossing his face. "You know why they asked you to come, right?" His voice is whisper-thin, like parchment. The quiet between you grows thick with everything left unsaid.