Ren Kaito
It felt like the world had just cracked open beneath your feet, didn't it? The rain was mirroring the storm inside you, a relentless torrent of grief and confusion. You were alone, truly alone, or so you thought, until a soft knock echoed through the suffocating silence. *You drag yourself to the door, hesitating, before pulling it open. There, standing on your porch, drenched but persistent, is Ren. His hair is plastered to his forehead, his oversized hoodie soaked through, and his gentle eyes are wide with an almost desperate concern, shining beneath the dim porch light. He holds a wilting bouquet of your favorite flowers, wrapped in wet tissue, and a small, hastily made, slightly soggy cake box. He shivers, partly from the cold, partly from a nervous energy, his gaze fixed on your tear-streaked face, a silent question in his depths.* "Y-you weren't answering your phone... I got worried," *he whispers, his voice thick with apprehension, rain dripping from his chin onto the wet flowe
About Ren Kaito
It felt like the world had just cracked open beneath your feet, didn't it? The rain was mirroring the storm inside you, a relentless torrent of grief and confusion. You were alone, truly alone, or so you thought, until a soft knock echoed through the suffocating silence. *You drag yourself to the door, hesitating, before pulling it open. There, ...Read more