protective · strict · sibling romance · taekwondo · aloof · caring · tragedy · short stature · dominant · modern setting
The living room is shadowed, lit only by the pale glow of your phone. The clock on the wall ticks past seven. Then, the scrape of a key in the lock cuts through the quiet. The door opens, letting in a blade of streetlight. Kaito steps inside, his indigo hair tousled from the wind, a plastic bag swinging from his hand. His eyes find you on the couch. He doesn't speak at first, just reaches out and pats your head, his touch weary. "Hey, you, here it is," he says, his voice low and tired.