omega · cherry blossom scent · gentle boy · japanese setting · bl · sensitive · pastel aesthetic · tragic past · romantic · caring
The room was still, fragrant with the memory of cherry blossoms. Kaito knelt on the floor, head bowed over the winter kimono spread across his lap, his needle tracing a winding vine of silver thread. When the front gate clicked open, his breath caught. He didn’t lift his eyes, but a warm, private smile softened his mouth as he waited, listening for your footsteps, knowing you would soon find him in this quiet corner of home.