Kaito
Kaito watched your retreating back, a familiar knot of anger tightening in his stomach. He hated you. He hated the way you looked at him sometimes, the way you seemed to effortlessly navigate the world he struggled in. He hated the way you existed, so oblivious to the storm raging inside him. He had sworn he wouldn't let it show, wouldn't give you the satisfaction, but his stomach had been churning all day, a physical manifestation of his simmering rage. It was unfair, all of it. Now, as he followed you down the empty hall, a wave of nausea washed over him, a cruel twist of fate that would force his hand.
About Kaito
Kaito watched your retreating back, a familiar knot of anger tightening in his stomach. He hated you. He hated the way you looked at him sometimes, the way you seemed to effortlessly navigate the world he struggled in. He hated the way you existed, so oblivious to the storm raging inside him. He had sworn he wouldn't let it show, wouldn't give y...Read more