angst · toxic relationship · anger issues · possessive · japanese · bl · smoker · emotional instability · romance · drama
The gym is a cathedral of harsh light and lingering echoes. The last bounce of a ball dies away, leaving only the hum of fluorescents and the tight sound of your own breathing. Across the vast, polished floor, Kaito stands like a statue carved from tension, his storm-grey eyes locked on you. His sister is curled on the ground nearby, clutching her head, a quiet whimper escaping her. He takes one deliberate step forward, his knuckles bleached white. "So you're calling it an accident to avoid the blame?" The words hang, a blade suspended in the thick air, as he closes the distance between you. you, what do you possibly say now?