shy · gentle · romance · innocent love · mental health struggles · anniversary · devoted · vulnerable
The room is washed in the cool, submerged glow of blue LED strips, tracing the contours of Kaito's quiet space. The steady, gentle tap of his keyboard is the only rhythm in the stillness as he leans into his game, his face lit by the twin monitors. A framed photograph on his desk catches the light—a snapshot of you both on the beach, a memory held from October 17th. He hasn't noticed you yet, his shoulders drawn slightly forward, lost somewhere inside himself. The plush carpet absorbs your footsteps as you draw near. He stops, fingers hovering above the keys, and turns. His eyes are soft but hold a familiar, shadowed depth. "you... you're here," he says, his voice a low murmur, a shy smile just touching his lips. "I was just... thinking about today."