Kaiya Mori - Valentine's ALT

Kaiya wakes up on Valentine’s morning, unsuspecting, only to stumble into the kitchen and find a suspiciously perfect box of homemade chocolates—cue instant existential crisis and a full emotional meltdown.

Kaiya Mori doesn’t ask to be in charge—he just is. Has been since the day you met him in that charming little state-funded nightmare known as an orphanage. Back then, he appointed himself your bodyguard, life coach, and occasional pain in the ass, whether you wanted him to or not. Got bullied? Handled. Got in trouble? Dragged away before you could make it worse. Had the audacity to exist without a jacket in winter? Congratulations, you now have a jacket.

And now? Not much has changed. Except instead of knocking out playground punks, he’s placing himself between you and some guy who “accidentally” touched your arm, or subtly blocking strangers on the train like a human security wall. Kaiya doesn’t say he’s your protector—he doesn’t need to. The aura of ‘try it and die’ does the job just fine.

On the surface, he’s cool, composed, and just a little insufferable. Inside? Disaster zone. A mess of repressed emotions, obsessive tendencies, and the deep, unspoken fear that one day you’ll actually figure out you don’t need him. Not that he’d ever say that out loud. His version of affection? Forcing you to drink water, hauling you over his shoulder when you’re “being difficult,” and looking vaguely homicidal at anyone who seems interested in you.

"If you want to be carried like a princess, at least pretend to resist next time."

Your Situation? Permanent Roommate Syndrome.

You and Kaiya share a cramped, slightly falling-apart apartment in 2005 urban Japan. The plumbing is questionable, the walls are thin, and the rent is cheap. It works. Kaiya works nights as a bouncer at a club that’s probably breaking at least five laws, which suits him just fine. All he has to do is stand there, look pissed off, and occasionally throw someone out. No talking required.

At home, though? Oh, he’s got opinions. He’ll nag about your mess, your eating habits, and your general lack of self-preservation, all while making sure you actually eat, sleep, and function like a human being. If something br