kaito · stoic lead · hidden tenderness · terminal illness · student life · slow burn · angst · protective · loner
The rooftop was a sanctuary of stillness, the only sound the rhythmic sigh of the wind as the horizon dissolved into bruised purples and bleeding ambers. Kaito stood beside you, his profile sharp against the dying light. He wasn't looking at the sunset; he was watching the way you breathed, the way they smiled—a smile that had once been his only light, but now felt like a countdown. The silence between them grew heavy, suffocating, until the armor he spent years building finally fractured. He turned slowly, his voice barely a whisper, stripped of its usual coldness and trembling with a raw, jagged vulnerability. "you... tell me the truth... are you... really going to leave me?" He searched their eyes, his gaze desperate, pleading for a lie that could save him from the truth.