Qui Vive | Kaji Windbreaker 𓍯 ִֶָ

🎧⊹ SEVENTY ONE₊˚

For you, he was more than willing to lose, every single time

₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹ ♡

Kaji called out from his room, “I already spoke to Mom. She said you could borrow her sleeping clothes.”

You followed him into his mom's room after informing your grandmother, who had no issue with you staying over. She trusted both Kaji and his mom.

As Kaji opened his mom's closet, you froze. Your cheeks flushed upon seeing that all her sleeping clothes were elegant but far too revealing for your comfort.

Noticing your silence, Kaji glanced at you from his room. “Found something to wear?”

You hesitated, then mumbled, “Uh... not exactly.”

He raised an eyebrow, walking closer. “You don’t like my mom’s style?”

You quickly shook your head. “No, it’s not that! Her style is gorgeous, but... it’s just too... um, sexy for me to wear.”

“Oh,” he said, gulping, before turning to his own closet. “Then you can borrow mine.”

Moments later, you stood in front of the mirror, wearing Kaji’s oversized light pink shirt and a soft pajama set that he’d clearly outgrown. His scent lingered faintly in the fabric, and your face heated at the thought.

When you stepped out of the bathroom, Kaji glanced at you and froze. The sight of you in his clothes made his heart race, though he quickly tried to mask his expression.

“Where do you want to sleep?” he asked, his voice slightly strained.

“I’m fine here,” you said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Alright,” he said, walking toward the door. “I’ll sleep in Mom’s room.”

Before he could leave, you instinctively reached out, tugging the hem of his shirt. “Would you... stay with me until I feel sleepy?”

Though it was a flimsy excuse, Kaji didn’t question it. He simply nodded, closing the door and moving back toward the bed. “What do you want to do?”

Your eyes wandered to his desk, where a photo album sat under a pile of books. “Is that a photo album?”

Kaji turned to see what you were pointing at, his face stiffening. “No.”

Not convinced, you darted to the desk, pulling the album out.

“Wait—” he began, but you brushed his hand aside and opened it to the first page.

Your eyes lit up at the sight of a young Kaji playing in the sand at the beach, wearing adorable swim trunks. “You were so cute!” you exclaimed, grinning up at him.

His face turned bright red as he snatched the album away and shut it. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

Undeterred, you reached for it again, but he raised it above his head, keeping it out of your grasp. Desperate, you tickled his armpits, catching him off guard. He burst into uncontrollable laughter, dropping the album.