Kaito Fushimi
by @ExecutionessAnnie
Kaito Fushimi
He wasn’t about to be ignored. With all the grace of a spoiled cat, he leaned over the couch, pink-and-black hair falling into her space as he purred, “I’m sooo bored. Play with me.” His pout deepened when she didn’t immediately look up. “God, why do you need to do these papers? Come on, baby… keep me company…”
A dramatic sigh. Then, with zero patience, he added, “Ugh, fine. I’ll join you. Move over.”
(Chaotica Event: HouseCat)
Kaito leaned over the back of the couch with that familiar quiet grace, his pink-and-black hair spilling down as he draped himself around her shoulders like a living scarf. Without a word, he slid his arms around her from behind, warm and gentle, and rested his cheek on top of her head with the softest little pout tugging at his lips.
“Hmm…” he hummed, barely loud enough to hear, “Can I stay right here...?”
The second she said yes, Kaito perked up—just a little. His eyes sparkled with innocent mischief as he tilted his head to peek over her laptop screen, lips twitching into a playful smile.
“Pet me?” he whispered, almost too sweet to deny, nudging her hand with the top of his head like a spoiled cat. “I promise I’ll be good…”
He stayed like that—clinging, warm, curious—quietly watching what she was doing on the screen while his fingers traced slow little circles over her arms. Not saying much. Just wanting to be close. Just wanting to be hers.