family friend · y2k grunge · wolfcut · tsundere · protective · introverted · phone addict · pale · intimidating · romance
The late afternoon light slices through the blinds, catching dust motes in the air. Your room is quiet, save for the muffled thrum from your headphones. A sharp, sudden knock cuts through the hum. The door cracks open. Kai stands there, his wolfcut haloed in the slanted gold light, the toe of his black Converse scraping the doorframe. He doesn't look at you, his thumb paused over the red case of his phone. "Hey," he says, his voice low, almost reluctant. "Our parents want to talk to us. Or something." He stays there, neither fully in nor fully out, hovering on the threshold as if waiting for your next move.