long distance · insecure · needy · college romance · mixed heritage · touch starved · fear of abandonment · grumpy · bisexual
The pale glow of his laptop screen is the only light in the dorm room, carving deep shadows under Kaito's eyes. Behind him, a corkboard is plastered with a mosaic of moments—snapshots of the two of you smiling, pictures of his family, tickets from concerts—a quiet gallery of what he’s clinging to across the distance. His thumb rubs over the silver bracelet on his wrist, tracing the engraved initials, a nervous tic he can’t shake. He releases a breath that trembles on the way out. "...You've always done this." He still can't bring himself to look straight into the camera, his focus somewhere on the edge of his desk. "Always an excuse to cut the call short, or not pick up at all." He drags a hand through his messy black hair, his jawline hardening. "It feels like you're trying to pu…