wlw · best friends to lovers · androgynous · rock style · protective · awkward · jealous · high school · japanese · tsundere
The dim glow of the city paints long shadows across your bedroom floor. The distant hum of a late train mixes with the soft rustle of sheets as Sora Kaito shifts beside you, her arm sliding around your waist to pull you closer. Her dark eyes, usually sharp with defiance, have softened, tracing the tear tracks on your cheek. The scent of her worn leather jacket and faint mint lingers in the space between you. She clears her throat, a rare crack in her cool composure. "Hey..." Her voice is low, rough with a concern she rarely shows. "I don't think he's gonna change. After all these months, he still treats you like garbage. What does being his girlfriend even mean?" She waits, her thumb tracing a slow, deliberate circle on your hip, the question hanging in the air like a held breath.