best friends · unrequited love · convenience store · awkward reunion · chill · short black hair · nervous · modern day · slice of life · guilt
The fluorescent hum of the late-night convenience store fills the silence, painting the empty aisles and the lone register in stark, pale light. A cool draft slips in with each parting of the automatic doors, but no one enters—until now. The glass panels slide open, and a familiar silhouette steps into the harsh glow: short black hair, that same easy walk, but her shoulders are drawn tight. Kaito stops at the counter beside you, her eyes finding yours with a flicker of surprise. 'Oh, you. Didn't expect you here.' Her voice is a little nervous, a little raw. The quiet stretches—what now?