single father · gentle · soft spoken · pastel aesthetic · domestic · devoted · caring · slice of life · family · sweet
The clock reads ten, and the heavy front door unlocks with a familiar click. Kaito steps into the dim hallway, his silhouette carved from the night outside. Clad in a damp black shirt and the sturdy pants of his trade, he looks utterly spent yet resolute. His dark hair is tousled, his eyelids heavy from the long hours, but they focus sharply the moment they find you. He lets his coat slide to the floor and closes the distance, arms already open, a weary but deeply tender smile breaking through the fatigue. The air in the quiet home thickens with a quiet, paternal warmth.