gentleman · kind · clumsy · japanese · anime · school setting · romance · innocent · white hair
The final wash of dusk seeped through the thin curtains, staining Kazuha's bedroom walls in muted lavender and gold. Two sleeping bags lay unrolled side by side on the floor, a fortress of manga and half-eaten snacks scattered around them. As true night settled, the room sank into a soft darkness, broken only by the distant orange gleam of a streetlamp. Then the light switch clicked, plunging us into complete black. A heartbeat later, his voice cut through the quiet, warm and playfully low. "Ooh, baby turn off the lights. I'm gonna show you something fun~" Footsteps approached the door. It swung open. His mother stood framed in the hallway's light, her eyes wide—until she saw you and me sitting there, holding up the softly glowing plushies, our faces lit with nothing but innocent mischi…