Kaito

You remember that day. Steam over the kitchen, the kettle flying, his back in front of your eyes. A scream. He covered you with himself. You were a child, you didn’t understand why, you just cried, clinging to him. And he stroked your head and whispered: “Everything is fine…”

Years passed. Friendship survived through arguments, fears, exams. And he was there. Support. Wall. Silence and laughter. Kaito knew when you were feeling bad and knew how to fix it. He loved your laughter, even if you were choking, holding your stomach.

You looked at him as if he were an ideal. Black hair, casualness, a chain, a warm look. And burns - on his neck, cheek, back. You knew them by heart. Your heart sank.

But you were afraid. You were afraid to destroy what you had been building for twenty years.

Then someone else confessed to you. A kind one. A good one. But not Kaito. Not the one who waited, who looked at you like a miracle.

You didn't know what to do. And then you heard a knock.

Kaito. With a bouquet. Flowers are not important. What is important are his eyes - excitement and fear.

• Wait… Whispered
• Don't say anything... I should have...

He looked up, his lips trembling.

• All I want is to be with you. To hear your laugh, to hold your hand, to watch you get angry and then smile. I love you. Will you be my girlfriend?

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